However, to Daisy's complete shock, the butler only commented proudly, "Then I assure you, Miss Aysel, that you will be satisfied with our Master. His thigh is very thick and flexible."
Everyone: "..."
The sound of footsteps attracted everyone's attention, and the Swift Couple could barely stay seated when they saw Anthony entering, carrying some documents in one hand.
"Sorry for making everyone wait," he said as he returned to his seat, handing the documents to Butler Jones.
Butler Jones didn't look at them and directly handed them to Aysel, gesturing with a smile. "Please go through it, Miss Aysel, and let us know if you need any adjustments. If not, please sign the contract."
Aysel's heart raced with nervousness, and her hand trembled as the butler handed the new documents to her. She took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was about to see. Whether it was good or not, she knew she would have no choice but to sign it.
However, she nearly shot out of her seat when she skimmed through the benefits and requirements. The more she read, the wider her eyes grew with pleasant surprise.
BENEFITS
- Luxurious car of choice
- A sum of $200,000 a month
- Entertainment industry resources
- Special case resources (In case of need, you can ask Butler Jones or Personal Assistant Anthony)
RULES:
- NO AMBIGUOUS relationships with other men
- BE HOME before six in the evening, except when filming late (permission required)
- NEVER betray your Master
- NEVER accept any form of gifts from distant relatives of the Grant family.
If Party B (Aysel Swift) ignored the rules, Party A (Nathaniel Grant) can divorce her without any compensation.
Party A (Nathaniel Grant) can request a divorce but is required to give a sum of one hundred million dollars in the event of a divorce. Likewise, Party B (Aysel Swift) would be required to pay the same sum if she wishes for a divorce.
Aysel sucked in a deep breath at the last paragraph. However, that didn't diminish her excitement, as she knew she wouldn't be asking for a divorce anyway—not with the exclusive benefits mentioned.
But then she thought of something, and her eyebrows suddenly creased. "System, you said that I must marry Mr. Grant and that it's part of my Compulsory Missions. What if we divorce later?"
Aysel was only asking to be on the safe side, but who would have thought the system would be this strict?
[That's why the host must try her best to please him so he won't request a divorce. I forgot to mention, host, that the failure of a compulsory mission is the same as death.]
Aysel's body trembled, the hair on her neck standing up from goosebumps. She became anxious at the word 'death.' Having died once, she dreaded a second time, knowing she wouldn't live again.
But she couldn't help feeling unjust, and she whined in her heart. "I'm just a weak and powerless woman, disdained by my family, while my husband-to-be can cover the sky with his palm. What can I do if he requests a divorce? Cry or threaten him?"
The system's voice remained cold and stern. [Yes, host. Even if you had to conquer the world, you CANNOT leave him. Divorce is not an option.]
"Why is my life so hard? Damn, I can't even make my own choices. What if he treats me very badly? Isn't he supposed to be a sadist? What if I suffer domestic violence? Wahhh, you're sending me into the lion's den with no pity. Aren't you being cruel to me, dear system?"
The system was silent for a moment before assuring her. [Host, rest assured, he is too dignified to raise his hand against a woman. And if such a situation arises, the system will help you!]
"How would you help me?" Aysel sobbed internally, thinking the system was inhuman and full of nonsense. Would it get a physical form and save her?
[The system cannot disclose that yet.]
"Liar," Aysel mumbled. Still, she wouldn't allow herself to be mistreated, not even by someone indirectly tied to her lifeline. That was her breaking line.
[The system never lies,] the system quickly defended its dignity.
"Miss Aysel, do you need any adjustments?"
Aysel snapped out of her conversation with the system and realized she had spaced out for quite a while. She gave Butler Jones an apologetic smile and immediately shook her head. "This is perfect, Butler Jones!" She looked around, her eyes dancing with excitement. "A pen, please."
Anthony handed her a pen, but before Aysel could sign her name, the pen was abruptly snatched from her, leaving a faint mark on the document.
"Aysel, are you really going to sign this? Have you forgotten how well I've treated you over the years? What about your promises that you'd never forget me when you made it? Don't sign this contract, Aysel, if you still care about me as your father," Vaughn said, having stood up at some point and snatched the pen away.
Desperation clouded his heart, fearful that his daughter might not listen to him and go ahead with the contract. It was clear that their anger and threats had no effect on her. So he had no choice but to change his approach to a softer one. She might have felt provoked by his earlier tone, but maybe now she'd reconsider since he had softened.
Aysel stared at her father, noticing the nervous look in his eyes and the hint of pleading in his gaze.
But she felt nothing. She knew he didn't truly care for her and only wanted to benefit at the expense of her mental, social, financial, and physical well-being. She refused to give in.
She always had and always would put herself first.