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I looked up at him in shock and dropped my plate. "What do you mean by that?"

He turned over to look at me. "Liza, I didn't just pick you randomly, or because I had no other option. It was a calculated decision," he explained shortly but I folded my arms and sat forward on the chair, prompting him to continue.

He took another gulp out of the bottle and continued, "I wanted someone who could make me look good, and be ready for a no strings attached relationship and that wasn't you but..I also needed a person who wouldn't talk, and to make sure, I put a price you couldn't refuse. You want the money too much." He chuckled and sat down on the couch again, grinning to himself.

I angrily grabbed the bottle from his hands and this time, he did not stop me. I was tempted to take a swig of the wine, which I now knew was alcoholic, but a part of me also felt like pouring it on his head. But I needed to hear something first, so I leaned towards him and asked.

"Why could I not make you look good