14. Contract

POPPY:

There was only one word that would describe Mr. Holding right now. Rude. And oh jerk. Impatient. Disrespectful. Acts mighty and high.

I did not believe all wealthy people were like him. I wanted to believe that those were only for him.

I looked like a fool extending my hand while wearing a smile on my face, but he never bothered to accept it even if it will only take him a few seconds to shake it.

Not wasting his precious words at all, and his efforts, he entered the door when Wyatt opened it for him. His personal bodyguard was about to close it, but I stopped him, went after Mr. Holding, and sat beside the billionaire.

The man raised his brows at me, moved farther away, touching the window, and I did the same.

I was still embarrassed by what he did.

Damn him!

Angrily, I blew the strands of hair blocking my eyes while glaring at the road as we exited the infamous hills. Recognizing the car of Sebastian, the security guard saluted which Wyatt returned.

I was glad that despite