“Amy, please sign.” Mark urges quietly from outside the door.
“I need to think.”
Amy raises her misty eyes, wet long hair resting on her shoulders, soaking her silk nightgown. Her perfect figure, outlined even when wet, makes Mark and the others unable to look directly. This is the woman the boss has taken a fancy to.
“I’m sorry, but you must sign now, or it will be invalid tonight. Mr. Smith will fly to France tomorrow morning.”
“Who is he?” she asked in a low voice.
“Lucas,” Mark thought for a moment and replied truthfully.
Amy remained puzzled. The Smith Family… Is there such a family among the prominent families in the city?
“Amy, we must go back within half an hour.” Mark urged again.
Amy stayed silent for a while, walked to the table, and picked up a pen to sign. She decided to send these people away first, and later she would check this person online. After all, such agreements are not protected by any legal means.
Closing the door, she quickly opened the hotel-provided computer, searched for the name, and found almost no reports about Lucas. Instead, she found a seventy-year-old retired police officer and a fifty-year-old paint factory manager…
She thought for a moment, gave up on searching within the country, and turned to a foreign browser. When the page loaded, a photo of a man’s back appeared. He was tall, wearing a gray shirt, dark pants, standing by the seaside with waves hitting his trouser legs. His hair was very short…
The legend in the IT industry, that was the headline. Eight years ago, the software he developed brought him hundreds of millions in wealth, and since then, this pride of the day began his myth in the IT industry…
Very simple, no age, no family background, only the company reported. Founded eight years ago, with an estimated valuation of over three billion dollars.
Such a person should have started his own business after graduating from university, right? Adding eight years to the age of 23, he should be in his thirties?
She bit her finger, curled up on the sofa, staring at the page in a daze. His back seemed upright and straight. She wondered what he looked like from the front.
Only Frank knows that she is staying in this room… Right, why not ask Frank?
She slapped her forehead in frustration, scolding herself for being confused and foolish. Just as she was about to dial Frank’s number, ding ding… the phone in the room suddenly rang, startling her.
After hesitating for a moment, she grabbed the phone and habitually said hello. There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a deep voice.
“Amy, I’ve seen the document. The writing is beautiful, just like you.”
“Are you… Lucas?” Her breath tightened, and she whispered, “Can you tell me, are you really getting married? This is a big deal.”
“In that case, you don’t want to get married? I don’t mind having one or two more women.”
Lucas’s voice came again, making Amy’s scalp tingle. It seemed like she could see him sitting on the other end, a mysterious smile on his face, holding a shiny vintage lighter in his hand, his gaze like an inscrutable fox.
“Tomorrow morning at ten, please be at the hotel entrance on time. Remember, I don’t like to wait for people.”
He said confidently and hung up the phone.
“Hello… Hey…”
Amy was a bit flustered. Is it set like this? The busy tone kept ringing, and she held the receiver for a while before slowly putting down the phone.
Two copies of the document, one taken away by Mark, and the other thrown on the bed. She opened it and read line by line. She must unconditionally obey any conditions of the man, fulfill any requests of the man, and be unconditionally gentle and obedient…
Raising cats, cats throw tantrums and might scratch a person a few times. Is Lucas asking for a Silicone Doll? Amy’s gaze once again fell on the last line of the document, “the Green Family’s all industries.” This is a massive windfall. Amy held the document close, slowly lying down. Frank’s words echoed in her mind-women’s capital. Amy, you’re penniless, burdened with debts at home. As soon as you appear, creditors come knocking. What capital do you have? What ability do you have to reclaim your father’s hard-earned legacy, the only love your father left you?
She curled up tightly. All the grievances, disdain, and mistreatment she endured in these past months were swelling in her heart, almost ready to explode.
No, she doesn’t want love anymore. She wants to become a powerful woman, no longer allowing herself to be deceived and bullied.
No, she doesn’t want this nonsense dignity anymore. With no money, being cursed by creditors, what dignity does she have?