I Will Eventually Become a Capitalist Tycoon? Chapter 663

"The little maid at home rarely asked me for anything. If I refused, that would be terribly unromantic."

Before she had even finished typing, a message came from the other side.

"That old bastard really isn't easy to investigate, but if you insist on looking into him, it's not as difficult as you might imagine."

A remarkably relaxed and cheerful remark appeared amid work.

It left Rita slightly stunned.

Was this really okay?

Of course it wasn't okay. And yet, he still agreed.

The Stigma gave an answer.

To raise your favorability.

Rita: "..."

Her expression grew increasingly complicated.

Her vivid, moist red lips opened and closed repeatedly, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, she merely typed two words into the chat window.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Should I come pick you up next?"

The other side asked.

"...If you need to resolve a physiological issue, then please come."

The girl seemed to still retain the habit of placing herself in the lowest possible position.

But then.

As if she had thought of something, she quickly added another line.

"If you just want to chat... you're welcome too."

Was she willing to chat with him now?

Rather than just have sex?

Russell looked at her reply, and a gratified expression appeared on his face.

"Then let's talk for a while tonight."

He did not choose the battlefield-riddled option.

—This was the right time for a heart-to-heart.

"Okay."

The other side replied with a smiling face as well.

It looked like.

There might actually be hope.

Russell felt slightly better as he looked at the response.

But then, his face immediately twisted up again.

Fuck.

This favorability grind.

Was practically doxxing himself!!

When you're out here making a living, you always have to pay it back.