"Who said we're friends?" Sebastian's cold gaze swept over me. "I'm giving you two choices. Either you come back and be Mrs. Hemsworth properly, do nothing, get 500,000 a month, and have an entire staff at your service, or you can stand at the gate as a security guard for 10,000 a month."
I pondered for a moment before saying, "Only kids make choices. As an adult, of course, I want everything. So let's call it 510,000 a month, okay? No shortchanging me!"
"Nina." He practically growled my name through gritted teeth.
His tone startled me, and I muttered, "Is there something wrong with earning money with my own hands?"
"With your hands? I'd say you've been relying more on your sheer luck to stay alive!" Sebastian snapped as he suddenly threw a stack of photos onto the table. There were pictures of me selling frog toys at my street stall and the infamous ones of me crashing into a ditch while delivering food.
Panicking, I quickly tried to cover them up. These photos had no filters, and there was no way I could let anyone see them like this!