"Miss Russell, there's something I need to make clear upfront." Simba didn't immediately draw a card; he looked straight into Betsy Russell's eyes. "There's a contract you need to sign beforehand. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll deny it afterwards, wasting not only your time but mine as well."
With that, someone brought the contract to Betsy Russell.
After a swift glance, both Betsy Russell and Jared Hughes looked at each other, fully confident that Simba was setting them up.
Betsy Russell gave Simba a smile, her lips slightly curving upward, "I didn't expect Mr. Simba to hold me in such high regard, desiring to collaborate with me!"
"It would be my honor if Miss Russell would appear in my play," Simba said, beaming at Betsy Russell.
Betsy Russell didn't respond to Simba, but instead, glanced down at the cards saying, "It's getting late. Let's get started!"
