Shirley Thorne held a three-minute moment of silence for her integrity, then tapped "Accept."
'The big boss man works day and night, burning the midnight oil,' she reasoned. 'The only way he can relieve his stress is by transferring money. As a model youth of the new era, how can I not indulge this little quirk of his?'
After some self-persuasion, Shirley Thorne accepted the little bit of cash with a clear conscience.
Seeing the irrepressible smile curving her lips, a question suddenly popped into Ethan Grant's mind.
'If he and twenty million fell into the water at the same time, who would she save first?'
The moment the question appeared, he shook his head, speechless. 'She would definitely save me first,' he thought, 'because...'
'...saving me, the richest man, would be like saving several twenty millions!'
With that thought, he looked at the beauty across from him with a sort of fond exasperation.
Shirley Thorne, who was happily checking her bank balance: '???'
