Made to Order for the Perfect Woman

“Miss, looks like this is your first time borrowing money.” “Tell me, how much do you want to borrow?” Xia Guoguo fidgeted, then held out her hand. A gleaming knife suddenly appeared. “Not much. Just a hundred million, and I won't be paying it back.” “Ah, if you won't lend it to me, that's fine too. It just depends on what matters more to you: money or your life...”