Chapter 8 Terminating the Contract Prematurely

Dr. Wilson averted his gaze and looked at Caroline. He nodded and departed.

Recognizing it was inappropriate for him to linger, Reuben tactfully made his way to the elevator and patiently waited.

The ensuing silence weighed heavily upon Caroline. She mustered the courage to speak, “Mr. Jordan…”

“What do you gain from all this?” Evan coldly interjected.

He turned away, his eyes hinting at mockery. “Do you expect my sympathy in return?”

Caroline stood there, stunned. “Mr. Jordan, I don’t understand what you mean!”

Evan lowered his gaze, peering down at Caroline, who stood a head shorter than him. His handsome face radiated an icy coldness.

His eyes, like thin ice, reflected a frigid glint as he uttered with a chilling tone, “Don’t you find your attempts to elicit sympathy and portray yourself as pitiful quite juvenile? Or perhaps you feel that what I have provided you with isn’t enough, and now you seek connections with a doctor to secure free treatment for your mother?”

Evan’s words pierced Caroline’s heart like a knife.

The pain was suffocating, almost unbearable.

She hadn’t even known about her fever, so how could she have feigned it?

It was clear now. Right from the start, she was nothing more than a crass fortune hunter in his eyes!

Caroline clenched her fists, determined to maintain composure.

and inquired, “Mr. Jordan, what kind of response

distant and bureaucratic reply fueled

step forward, his sharp eyes prying

you dare to engage in an ambiguous relationship with another man before our relationship ends, you’d better be ready to

are clear. Once the

showed

and in his eyes, she should submit

time Caroline

her, his iron-like fingers gripping her

After years of obedience, could her defiance truly provoke such

Caroline’s lips.

“You want to terminate the contract

Evan released

disgust in his gaze as he forcefully pushed

slowly sank down as tears

*

to the ward. After spending a few more hours with her mother, she

house she had purchased for her mother earlier had been

remained was this dilapidated and cramped

and opened the door. Immediately, the stench of alcohol

the scattered wine bottles on the floor and

settled herself in front of her computer. Just

taking too long this time. My boss is on the verge

[I apologize. I’ve been occupied lately. Please give me another half an

her response, Caroline buried her head in the fashion design draft she had been working

addition to her role as Evan’s personal secretary, Caroline would also take on freelance fashion design projects during her free time

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