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.

what kind of

and bureaucratic reply fueled

on Caroline, he took a step forward, his

want, then perform your job diligently. And if you dare to engage in an ambiguous relationship with another man before our

are clear. Once the person you sought returns, the contract

Caroline showed her true

Evan, and in his eyes, she should submit

time Caroline had fiercely stood

over her, his iron-like fingers gripping

eyes. After years of obedience, could

smile played on Caroline’s lips. “Thank you for the compliment, Mr.

his grip. “You want to terminate the contract

Evan

disgust in his gaze as he

against the wall, slowly sank down as tears

*

made her way back to the ward. After spending a few

was situated in an aging neighborhood. The house she had purchased for her mother earlier had been sold by her

all that remained was this dilapidated and cramped dwelling, barely spanning 60

second floor and opened the door. Immediately, the stench of alcohol assaulted

the doorway, she surveyed the scattered wine bottles on the floor and

front of her computer. Just then, a message popped

you’re taking too long this time. My boss is on the

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

the fashion

also take on freelance fashion design projects during her free time to earn extra

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