C22 You Still Have the Mood to Seduce a Woman??

After tallying up together,

"1.2 million, down to the last cent—it's all here."

Sienna stretched languidly, her chest on full display.

"He's really fixated on cash, isn't he? Hiding it like that, he's not worried about ruining it."

Westley glanced over and noticed piles of tattered hundred-yuan notes on the floor, a clear indication of just how much money had been stashed in the wall.

"What should we do with the rest of the money?" Sienna inquired.

Westley paused, momentarily taken aback.

Given his financial straits, it was impossible for him not to feel the pull of temptation.

The leftover cash, roughly estimated, was probably in the hundreds of thousands. That money could ease his current financial crunch if spent on medicinal herbs or the like.

It's fine to desire wealth, but it must be acquired through ethical and legal means.

He was a man of principles, after all.

The money he was entitled to, not a cent should be missing!

And the money he wasn't, he wouldn't take at all!

"Once they come to, they can decide what to do with it," Westley said with a shrug.

This response caught Sienna off guard.

She had pegged Westley as someone who lusted after money, taking on debt collection jobs for the sake of the bounty.

She hadn't anticipated his ability to resist such a significant financial lure!

"By the way, do you have the company's debt collection bill?" Westley asked.

"Oh, right here."

Sienna retrieved the bill from her bag and handed it to Westley.

"Director Morris, here's your bill. Our debt is squared away. And as for that box of cigars, I'll consider it the interest."

Westley didn't bother with Carter's feigned unconsciousness, simply placing the bill on the table.

He then hoisted the heavy sack.

Wow!

1.2 million in cash sure weighed a ton.

"We're heading out, no need to see us off."

Westley announced as he made his way to the door.

Just as they reached the entrance, Carter's agonized wails echoed from within.

1.2 million!

Of course, it pained him to part with it.

Westley stowed the sack of money in the trunk of Sienna's car and settled into the passenger seat.

Sienna sat in the driver's seat, her mind a whirlwind of emotions that refused to settle.

Today had been a day she would never forget.

No, that wasn't quite right.

It had been a day teeming with adrenaline.

Without Westley, she would never have ventured here to collect a debt.

Without Westley, she might have fallen prey to those vile men.

Without Westley, the company's outstanding debt would likely have remained unpaid.

Even now, it all seemed surreal, like a dream that was too strange to be true.

"Westley, who exactly are you?"

"How are you so skilled in combat?"

"How did you know there would be money hidden behind the bookcase, in the wall?"

She had a myriad of questions she wanted to ask Westley.

"What's on your mind?" Westley noticed her distant gaze and couldn't resist asking.

"Nothing!" Sienna's face betrayed her panic.

She realized that she had so much to say, yet the words wouldn't come out.

Maybe they just weren't that close yet.

"Let's head to the office. Once we hand over the money, we can collect our bonus," Westley said with a grin.

His words snapped Sienna back to reality.

Just as she suspected, he was obsessed with money!

He was only after the bonus!

Sienna couldn't pinpoint the source of her irritation, but after buckling up, she floored the gas pedal and sped away.

On the return trip.

Westley made small talk.

"What are you planning to do with your share of the bonus?" he inquired.

"Bonus?"

"Yeah. We teamed up for this debt collection. Shouldn't we split the bonus evenly?" Westley stated matter-of-factly.

Sienna was taken aback by his words.

She had assumed that Westley had volunteered for the task solely for the hefty reward.

She felt like a scapegoat, never once considering the bonus.

Besides, she had only intended to be an observer and had nearly gotten herself entangled in the ordeal.

She hadn't expected Westley to even consider her share of the bonus.

"I barely contributed and almost messed up your plan. I don't deserve any bonus," Sienna admitted, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment.

"Who's saying that? We handled this together, so the credit should be shared equally," Westley stated earnestly.

For some reason, Sienna felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing those words.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

"Of course, if you're not interested in the money, I can give you all the credit. I'm just in it for the cash," Westley said with a sly grin.

"Shameless!" Sienna exclaimed, though this time with a smile on her face.

Abruptly—

"Creak."

Sienna hit the brakes hard.

Westley nearly smashed his head against the windshield and couldn't help but blurt out, "Just because you're upset with me doesn't mean you should take it out on the car."

"It's not that—the car ahead just stopped abruptly," Sienna quickly clarified.

Westley glanced ahead.

The car in front was a black Chevrolet that had come to an unexpected halt.

The driver swung open the door, stepped out, and waved at them, his expression fraught with urgency.

"Is there trouble up ahead? I'll go check it out."

Unbuckling his seatbelt, Westley stepped out of the car.

Sienna followed suit.

Once the driver had their attention, he explained to Westley, "Sorry, there's an elderly gentleman who collapsed on the sidewalk, so I had to stop."

"Oh?"

Westley hurried forward and saw a frail old man clutching his chest, collapsed on the crosswalk, his complexion ashen, mouth frothing.

A crowd had gathered, some snapping photos, yet not a single person ventured close.

Nowadays, offering a helping hand could be risky.

The internet was rife with stories of good Samaritans being extorted after aiding the elderly, making many hesitant to intervene.

So, while onlookers abounded, no one stepped up to render aid.

Westley was no different.

He wasn't the type to be driven by a surging sense of justice, and he certainly wasn't one to poke his nose into other people's affairs.

Unexpectedly, Sienna dashed forward and knelt by the old man's side.

Unfazed by the foam at his mouth, she gently lifted his head and asked, "Sir, can you hear me?"

The elderly man's eyes fluttered weakly before his lips quivered, unable to utter a single word.

"Westley, what are you doing just standing there? Come over and help, quick!" Sienna's voice rang out urgently.

Westley let out a wry smile.

There was no escaping the situation now.

But before he could make his way over, a scholarly-looking man beat him to Sienna's side.

"I'll handle this!"

With practiced ease, he flipped the old man's eyelids and then pressed his ear to the man's chest to listen.

After a brief examination, the man concluded, "He seems to be having a heart attack. We need to start life-saving measures immediately."

"Heart attack? How can you tell?"

Sienna's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she regarded the attractive man before her.

"Oh, I'm an internist at the hospital."

The man offered a reassuring smile and produced a business card from his pocket, extending it to her.

Sienna took the business card and murmured, "Morio Chen?"

"That's right. And your last name, Miss?"

Morio Chen inquired with a soft, kind voice.

Sienna was about to respond when an intrusive voice cut in.

"This man's on death's door, and you're here flirting? Really?"