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

she asked coldly, "Did you lose your

turned to look at her. "I'm your client now, your god. Is

client, god-what kind of villa style do you

sunglasses, she could feel the coldness in his

the urge to roll her eyes and said, "Lucas, since we've signed the contract, let's just focus

"I want it

taking notes,

needs a courtyard, a pool, and a stream with a bridge none of that can be left out. But it can't look like any other

everything

her and suddenly asked, "Do

His sudden proximity startled

step back. She