Shocked eyes fell on Christopher Robinson: "What do you mean?"
"Share Transfer Agreement." The man's tone was straightforward.
Amelia Cobb was quite frightened.
Christopher Robinson picked up his milk and took a sip, his tone indifferent: "Five percent of D&T Group's headquarters shares, with a market value of about 20 billion, is a gift in addition to the bride price, but... I have a condition."
Amelia felt a sense of "I knew it": "Go on."
"No divorce within five years."
Amelia pushed the papers back: "To me, this money isn't a substantial sum."
"President Robinson's deal sounds appealing, but in reality, compared to 20 billion, fulfilling a five-year marriage contract seems more difficult."
Christopher Robinson was leisurely eating his breakfast, and his nonchalant movements looked very much like a wealthy young master.
Any other woman would have fallen for him already.
"So, does Miss Cobb have her mind set on parting ways with me after this?"
