After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline frowned, stepping back to put some distance between them. "Wasn't he the one planning to design the wedding house?"

Lucas responded coolly, "This is my property."

Aveline paused. Well, that explained it—she had been tricked.

She turned on her heel to leave. "Find another designer. I'm not interested."

But Lucas' deep voice halted her in her tracks. "But you've already signed a contract with me. Have you checked the penalty for breaking it?" Aveline froze for a moment, then turned back to him.

Lucas continued, "If you break the contract and refuse to design my house or fail to design one that satisfies me-the penalty is 20 million." Aveline stared at him. "Why don't you just rob a bank?"

Lucas smirked. "Why would I? 20 million is nothing to me. Don't tell me you can't afford it?"

Aveline fought the urge to slap him. For him, 20 million might be pocket change, but for her, it was an impossible sum. She had her savings for the future-no way could she give that up to him! Realizing she had no choice, Aveline swallowed her frustration and walked back over, pulling out her pen and notebook. "What style do you want? What kind of design are you looking for?"

Lucas casually strolled further into the empty plot, hands in his pockets, as if he were taking a leisurely walk through his own private garden.

after a while, he still hadn't said

irritated, she asked coldly, "Did you

now, your

god-what

sunglasses, she could feel the coldness in his

just focus on getting this project done. That way, you get the

it to be a

taking notes,

and a stream with a bridge none of that can be left out. But it can't look like

noted everything down

she concentrated, Lucas moved closer to her and suddenly

His sudden proximity startled

a step back. She frowned and said,