Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Sharon would definitely be a little skeptical if it was someone else who was presenting Stanley's information, but that person was none other than Sierra Watson.
Sierra was dying to marry into a wealthy family, so she had been devoted herself to studying the members of the big wealthy families in Beachmarsh City. Therefore, she basically knew the information about half of the upper-class people in the city. The news about the wealthy families that came out of her mouth was highly plausible and trustworthy.-
Therefore, everyone believed her.
Sharon was drowsy while listening to the gossip.
As soon as she woke up, everyone was packing up and preparing to leave. Sharon's eyes darted around, and she quickly got up to chase after Sierra.
"Sierra Sweetie."
Sharon called Sierra affectionately. She put her arms around Sierra's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Are you going home?"
Sierra threw her a sideways glance. "Sharon, enough with your sly smile. What do you want?"
"I want to sell you a piece of news. Do you want it?"
Sierra snorted. "Are you sure you want to sell the news to me? Do you think my nickname as an 'Informant' is a joke?"
It was always someone else who inquired the news from her, but never the other way around.
"Honey, I'm sure you don't even know about this piece of news." Sharon beamed while said.
"I don't believe you..."
"Do you want the news about Stanley Jones?" Sierra's eyes widened instantly. "How much?" Sure enough, from the way Sierra talked about Stanley earlier, Sharon was certain that Sierra must be interested in him.
As long as it catered to her interests, she would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to buy the news.
Sharon smiled and said, "Ten bucks for a piece of information. Let's see how much information you want to know." NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.
"D*mn it, it's so expensive. Why don't you rob me?" "Don't you want it? If you don't want it, I'll go and find someone else..."
"Yes, yes, yes! Come back here!"
Sharon pulled Sierra to sit down on the playground and began to trade information with cash.
"Blood type?"
"Tybe AB."
"What does he like to eat?"
"More toward light food."
"What type of magazine does he usually like to read?"
"Business and military stuff and so on."
"What's his hobby?"
"He has many. Next question." Her information was worth ten bucks per piece. She would not be so stupid to trade such broad details with only ten bucks.
"What a profiteer!" Sierra thought, gritting her teeth, disliking Sharon's intelligence again. "Then what about his body measurements?" she asked.
Ahem!
This could be considered a private question.
Sharon stretched out two fingers and said, "Twenty bucks for this kind of private questions."
"Sharon, we made a deal! You can't raise your price as you please!"
Sharon donned a mischievous expression as she said, "Sierra Sweetie, if I sell this kind of news to the gossip magazines, the price they offer will be much higher than yours. 20 bucks is already a friendly price."
Sierra hesitated before saying, "Fine! Twenty then! I'll pay!"
"You're indeed rich!" When Sharon took the money, Stanley's naked body suddenly flashed through her mind. His strong and firm muscles, his distinct abdominal muscles, and his perfect male body which filled with masculinity. Her face began to somehow heat up. Right away, she clear her throat and said, "He has a golden ratio of body proportions. Tall, strong, and big d*ck, you know."
She cleverly avoided describing the man's body measurements and gave Sierra an even more ambiguous answer.
Sierra swallowed lustfully, licked her lips, and began to let her imagination run wild. "Awesome."
Sharon was counting the money in her hands. She took a peek at Sierra and frowned at her expression, thinking to herself, "What a female pervert!"
"Is there any problem? If not, I will leave now."
As Sharon spoke, she got up and left.
Sierra snapped out of her trance and yelled, "Wait!"
Sharon turned around, starting to get a little impatient. "What else do you want to know?" "Rumors had it that Stanley is secretly married. Do you have anything about it?"