Chapter 317. What the Hell Do You Want to Do?

“I don’t want money, Mr. Hans. All my family and friends knew I would marry into a rich family, but you suddenly called off the engagement and made me a laughingstock. You owe me,” Mila snapped back.

“Cut the crap. Tell me how much money you want,” Cristofer asked grimly.

“I’m not interested in money. My concern is preserving my reputation. If we’re seen together at the concert and photographed, people will believe that we’re still together and that you harbor feelings for me. Later on, I’ll inform my family and friends that I ended the engagement by breaking up with you.”

“Have it your way,” Cristofer retorted, his tone edged with sarcasm.

“Stay by my side until the concert ends. If not, I’ll make a scene inside your company!”

Cristofer wasn’t particularly worried about her causing a scene at his workplace. After all, nobody inside the company would dare to gossip about him behind his back.

However, the pending deal with the multinational company