Listening to his words, Emily Walker's hands hanging by her sides were shaking slightly as they clenched together, finally realizing the meaning behind this man's words.
Oh, so ironic.
"So what if it is? What does that have to do with you, Young Master Stuart?" Emily Walker stared at him, her eyes tinted with defiance due to anger.
Somehow, even though it indeed had nothing to do with him, the words he uttered still left her heart throbbing with pangs of pain.
She didn't understand where this feeling came from. No matter what he said, she just needed to ignore it. But why did she care so much?
Her words angered him even more. He had no relation to it? How come he had none when she was his, both in mind and body. Since that night, she was destined to only belong to him!
"Is it money? Do you want money? How much? $200,000 per occurrence? Or $1.5 million for a single night?" Baron Stuart looked at him, eyes brimming with rage.