Her fingers trembled as she gripped the contract tightly, causing her knuckles to turn white. She took the pen out of its packaging, signed her name at the bottom, and closed the bag. She was then prepared to go. Clarence expressed satisfaction by raising his eyebrows. "Women who can be bought by money are so easy to deal with." He frowned and looked up at her when she slapped the contract onto the desk the following second. "You are not required to pay me. I have my own motives for remaining here. I appreciate that you didn't make me have an abortion, but it doesn't mean you can use money to make me feel inferior." He scoffed. There was mockery in his eyes. "Don't women like you see money as the entire world?" "You!" Her hands were clasped. She was just interested in arguing with him. But after a moment, she relaxed her grip and grinned. “Okay, so I guess I am that kind of person if that's how you see me. We only take from one another what we require. The contract is previously

Stella was caught in the warm, firm grasp of two hands as she fell. Everyone fell silent as her face remained horribly pale, yet the light came back into her eyes. She focused on the sinewy, straight legs and followed them up to the rescuer's face above. An air of animosity emanated from a man with deep eyes, pointed eyebrows, and pursed lips. Even though he was seated in a wheelchair, he exuded an overpowering, natural style that was powerful enough to overpower everyone in his vicinity. The audience was so amazed by him that they had to take a step back and stare in shock at his sudden appearance. Who was this guy? Stella sat there, pale and enthralled, gazing up at Clarence Conrad, who was holding her up. "Y-you're still here?" Though it turned out that he hadn't left her, she was certain that he had because of the way she looked in the clothes she tried on. "Are you going to get up?" He murmured softly, his pitch-black eyes fixed on her. Stella was brought back to the pres

Clarence arched her eyebrow, and Joseph instantly leaned over. As she observed Clarence’s tiny lips twitch, Joseph’s expression changed to one of surprise. He turned to face her. When their gazes locked, she became uneasy. She felt slightly bad. After all, she was just his assistant for a few short days before she found herself in difficulty. Joseph quickly departed, leaving Clarence and her inside the store. She understood that it was her fault. She had not anticipated Clarence’s assistance. She then turned to face the shop assistant and apologized, saying that she hadn't meant to do this. “What is the price? I'd be happy to pay your account in installments, please." "In installments?" the store clerk squinted, almost refusing to answer. But because of Clarence’s aura, she was afraid to speak. She was hesitant, though. “Indeed. I'll pay it off eventually, even though I can't pay it off all at once. Would you kindly let the store owner know about it on my behalf?" Nora