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.

What does this

sipped his coffee as if his words were

and maintaining the marriage for a year in exchange for an annual

me into his sugar baby? He really sees me as someone willing to sell myself for money,' Melody thought with a mix of frustration and

When 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 in what's

phone

observed coldly as Melody walked away, 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 would not even consider marrying

morning, Beatrice's nagging phone call about

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