The door creaked open, revealing Lucas in a casual all-black attire.

"I heard from your right-hand man that you...wanted to see me?" asked Melody warily.

Lucas stayed silent, coldly turning and heading inside. Melody reluctantly followed.

The interior of the house was elegantly simple, yet it exuded an expensive aura that outshone anything the Sanders' residence owned.

Melody stood in the living room, keeping a cautious distance. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Sit." Lucas placed a folder on the table. "If there's anything you're not happy with, we can still make changes."

Melody picked up the folder, confused. When she turned to the first page, the bold words left her dumbfounded.

does this mean? Who's getting

coffee as if his words were perfectly

agreement. In essence, it outlined her marrying Lucas and maintaining the

someone willing to sell myself for money,' Melody thought with

closed the folder and placed it back on the table. "I have no

up to leave, her phone rang. It was a call from her

stop her nor uttering a word. After all, if it were not

nagging phone call about marriage came flooding in, accompanied

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