Hearing the footsteps moving away, two lines of tear flew down from the corners of Vivian's eyes.
Harvey sang along the way to the reception. He hit his bank card on the table. "Same room for tonight. Do remember to prepare the magical pill beforehand."
The duty manager gave a glance at his card and smiled. "Sir, I'm sorry. Each guest can only have one pill for free."
"How much is it? I can pay for it." Harvey had spent much money on the disease, but it was still the same. Not only had this magical pill cured his disease, but it also allowed him to have violent sex with three women for a whole night.
It wasn't a problem if it could be solved with money.
The duty manager put on a mysterious smile, then stuck a finger up.
"A hundred?" Harvey smiled with disdain. "Give me a box of it."
The duty manager smiled but shook his finger.
