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.

agreement? What does this mean?

his coffee

In essence, it outlined her marrying Lucas and maintaining the marriage for a year in exchange for an annual compensation of one million

sees me as someone willing to sell myself for money,' Melody thought with a mix of frustration

did I agree to marry you?" Melody found the whole agreement to be ludicrous, so she closed the folder and placed it back on the table. "I have no interest

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

neither making a move to stop her nor uttering a word. After all, if it were not for the need to appease his grandparents, he

that morning, Beatrice's nagging phone call about marriage came

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