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

and me." Lucas casually sipped his coffee as if his

In essence, it outlined her marrying Lucas and maintaining the marriage

to turn me into his sugar baby? He really sees me as someone willing to sell myself for

to marry you?" Melody found the whole agreement to be ludicrous, so she closed the folder and

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

uttering a word. After all, if it were not for the need to appease his grandparents, he would

that morning, Beatrice's nagging phone call about marriage came flooding in, accompanied by another round of

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