Lillie Bai barely reacted to the words that had just left Ethan Li's mouth.
Future wife?
Did this insufferable man just call her his future wife?
Her grip on her phone tightened slightly. Of all the people in the world, it had to be him. The one man she despised.
With an expression as unreadable as ever, she tapped send on her phone. The contract was now in the hands of her lawyer—a contract that laid out her terms for this unfortunate arrangement. Ethan Li would sign it, whether he liked it or not.
Not sparing him a glance, she calmly addressed his parents.
"Good evening, Mr. Li, Madam Li."
Ethan frowned. Not even an ounce of acknowledgment?
"Oh please," he drawled, his smirk never wavering. "Call me Ethan. 'Mr. Li' makes me sound like my father."
Lillie didn't even pretend to hear him. Instead, her gaze turned to his parents, her voice coolly professional.
