What Separates Me and You
Chapter 479 The Heart Is Worth the Least

Gradually lifting her head, Josephine stared at him in disbelief.

"Lewis."

Lewis' fingers paused. He looked up at her, waiting for her to continue.

Josephine's fingers grazed the box, and she tightened her grip on it. She stared fixedly at him. "What exactly do you take me for?"

Lewis looked at her calmly.

They locked eyes for a long moment. For the first time, Lewis looked away before she did. He took a drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke dance around him.

After a pause, he turned his gaze back to Josephine. "I thought you were willing to sell yourself for him."

He chuckled casually. "I thought you'd do anything for him."

Josephine's knuckles turned slightly white, and her eyes began to well up with tears.

She actually believed that he would change after going to such lengths to make her stay.

The truth was, he never changed. He always did whatever he wanted. He would humiliate her all he wanted if he was unhappy.

Perhaps she was wrong. A cruel person would never change.

Maybe what he cared about was never her but rather a man's desire for control.

He was like a child who wouldn't let others take his favorite toy. But when the toy was in his possession, he played with it recklessly.

She had always been his plaything.

Lewis suddenly stood up and walked toward the door. "Since you can't do it, don't resort to such cheap methods in the future. You'll lose your value if you keep behaving like that."

Josephine understood the underlying meaning of his words. He was degrading her.

She forced a smile. "Will you let Seth go if I do it?"

Lewis halted at the door.

He turned his head slightly. "With that mournful face of yours, do you think any man would be interested in you? If you want to please a man, you might as well learn from those prostitutes at Magic Cube."

With that, he walked out without looking back.

Josephine sat blankly on the bed. The rain outside grew heavier, the drops pelting against the window.

She absentmindedly wiped the tears from her face, then lowered her head to look at the items on the bed. She picked them up, put them back into the box, and casually placed the box on the bedside cab.

After Lewis went downstairs, he left Styx Mansion.

In Magic Cube, the waiter brought several more bottles of liquor to Lewis. By now, several bottles were already empty on the table.

Lewis was alone in the private room. The screen was dark, and only a few small lights were on. The room seemed eerily dimmed.

A beautiful woman walked over and sat down beside him. She took the bottle from his hand and poured the liquor for him.

"Sir, why are you drinking alone? It's not fun to drink alone."

Lewis glanced at her.

The woman picked up a glass and offered it to him with a faint smile on her lips. "It seems like you have something on your mind?"

Lewis took the glass from her and downed the drink in one go.

After finishing, he said, "Leave."

The woman didn't move. She continued to pour another drink for him. "I won't do anything to you. What's wrong with having someone keep you company while you drink? This is my job. As long as you pay, I can keep you company, even if it's three days and three nights."

She was the fifth woman to enter the room. Lewis drove all the previous ones away.

Everyone knew there was money to be made in this private room and wanted to give it a try. As long as they were allowed to stay, the minimum starting price was fifty thousand.

"Really?"

"Of course. Those of us in this business are here to make money. If I don't get paid, I wouldn't be here wasting my time drinking with you."

Lewis looked at her with a profound gaze and asked, "How much would it cost to buy your lifetime?"

The woman was slightly stunned. She wasn't a novice and wouldn't let this man's words cloud her judgment.

She didn't believe for a second that this man had taken a liking to her, wanting to marry her or even keep her as a mistress.

If she answered wrongly, she would get kicked out like the previous four women.

She chuckled. "That depends on what you're buying."

"What do you think you have to offer?"

After a moment's thought, she replied, "Well, if you are interested in purchasing organs, according to market prices, a kidney would be at least 200 thousand.

"Of course, if it's something else you're after, we'll follow the Magic Cube rules-nine thousand dollars for a night. You'll have to do the math carefully. It's not cheap."

With that, she asked with a smile, "So, what do you want to buy?"

Lewis also chuckled. He then finished his drink in one go.

Playing with his cup, Lewis continued with a thoughtful expression, "What if it's a person along with their heart?"

"Heart?" The woman laughed even heartier. "The heart is the least valuable thing. If you were to purchase me, I'd throw in my heart for free."

A faint self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of Lewis' lips.

"Indeed, it's worthless."

"Sir, are you talking about love when you said heart?" The woman sighed. "Love is like icing on the cake for some people, while it's a burden for others."

Lewis remained silent. He poured himself another glass of alcohol and continued drinking.

The woman continued, "It can't be eaten like food nor spent like money. But for some wealthy people who don't lack money, it's something they can't easily come by. It's lonely to stand on the top."

Lewis' movement slightly halted.

Leaning back, he picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and smoked silently.

The woman glanced at him playfully. "It seems that wealthy people also have their troubles."

Lewis sneered, "Seems like this is indeed a good place."

"Of course, it's a good place. Otherwise, people wouldn't come here."

Lewis remarked, "It cultivates eloquent yet presumptuous people like you."

The woman was shocked, and her face fell. However, seconds later, she quickly composed herself.

"I apologize. I spoke out of turn. Let me penalize myself with three glasses. Consider it an apology to you, Sir."

She lifted her glass and drank three glasses of alcohol on her own.

Lewis didn't stop her. He let her drink. After she was done, he tossed a card onto the table.

Puzzled, the woman looked at him. "Sir, what's this?"

"Let's see if you can drink for three days and three nights."

The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at the bank card on the table.

Lewis told her, "Five million."

This time, the woman couldn't hold back any longer. Her lips twitched, and she forced a smile. "Sure, I'll start with a toast to you then." Lewis narrowed his eyes slightly and watched her drink.

The woman turned on the display on the wall and picked up the microphone. "Just drinking alone isn't fun. I'll sing and drink with you." Lewis didn't say anything. He held his glass and continued drinking.

The woman indeed had a good alcohol tolerance, and she was clever. She danced, sang, and entertained to reduce the times she had to drink.

Lewis let her do as she pleased.

After all, no matter how good someone's alcohol tolerance was, they couldn't possibly drink for three days and three nights straight.

Even if she tried to avoid drinking with her little tricks, she would suffer enough after three days.

When Conrad arrived the next day, he saw the whole racket.

Conrad was shocked. Lewis disliked women in such places and would never drink with any of them whenever he visited clubs.

Yet he had spent a whole night with a woman yesterday. Conrad wondered if he was dreaming or if something was wrong with Lewis.

He quickly approached Lewis and whispered, "Chairman Alvarez, Seth left yesterday afternoon. Our people saw him board the plane." Lewis played with his glass and pondered thoughtfully. "What is he up to?"

Conrad was stunned. "Chairman Alvarez, do you also find how easily he agreed to leave suspicious?"