In the luxury Presidential Suite.

The coffee table was filled with empty wine bottles.

An eerie atmosphere filled the spacious room.

On the European-style bed, the person under the quilt slowly woke up.

Evelyn Sherman turned over, feeling as if her body had been run over by a truck, the pain made her stiffen.

Seeing the unfamiliar room before her, her eyes widened in an instant!

She nervously looked over to the side of the bed, but there was no one...

Before she had time to relax, the corner of her eye caught a tall figure standing in front of the mirror, leisurely getting dressed.

The dim light fell on his face, his perfect side profile gleamed like porcelain, exquisitely carved.

His slender fingers tied the buttons on his shirt, the movement was slow and elegant, revealing his noble aura in every gesture.

Evelyn's heart tightened, and her blood seemed to freeze in an instant.

How could they have slept together?!

While Evelyn was still in shock, the man had already turned around, his sharp gaze swept over her, feeling like needles piercing her.

Her palms tightened, her nails digging into her flesh, biting her lips without making a sound.

No matter what, since they were in this situation now... at least he'll return the contract to her.

Evelyn waited and waited, but the man never spoke. Instead, she saw him pick up his jacket from the sofa, preparing to leave. She was so shocked that she sat up from the quilt.

"Chester Yale, did you forget something?" Evelyn's face turned pale.

At her words, Chester Yale's footsteps paused, he slowly turned around, indifferently glanced at the luxury wristwatch on his wrist, and his thin lips slightly opened, "You have three sentences' worth of time."

Evelyn hesitated for a moment, not thinking too much, and blurted out, "There's an error in the contract I signed with Yale Group. I want to get it back and make some changes."

"First sentence." Chester Yale said casually.

"This contract is not the one I originally received, it was swapped by someone. As long as you're willing to return the contract to me, I'm willing to compensate Yale Group for the loss."

Evelyn clenched both hands tightly on the bedsheet, her eyes pleading, staring fixedly at the man who held the power over life and death in the business world.

This was her only chance – she couldn't afford to go to jail!

"You have one sentence left." His cold face seemed as if he wasn't listening to her words at all.

The enchanting gaze swept over Evelyn's pale face, the corner of his lip raised slightly, revealing a mocking sneer as if taunting her naivety.

"..."

Evelyn's eyes widened, seeing his unmoved expression, in desperation.

"You've already slept with me, the least you could do is return the contract to me!"

As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere in the room immediately became heavy.

Chester Yale suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze was cold and stinging, filled with inexplicable anger.

He walked forward, suddenly reached out to grab her chin, applying force to his fingers, almost crushing her bones, grinding his teeth.

"Evelyn Sherman, after four years, have you really fallen this low?!"

"..."

Evelyn was in pain, instinctively wanting to slap away his hand, but remembering the contract in his hands, she gritted her teeth and kept silent.

Just when she thought Chester Yale would strangle her, the anger on his body suddenly vanished.

Chester Yale coldly looked at her, suddenly letting go of his hand. It seemed as if he had touched something dirty, so he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his slender fingers.

"I remember it was you who came to me last night. What does it have to do with me?" He said with a cold smile, with the air of a devil, his thin lips slightly opened.