Amanda Jenkins was startled, a servitude contract?!
She quickly shook her head and backed away, giving Lucas Griffin a cold glare.
"Lucas Griffin, don't think that just because you bought my design, settled Lucy Bailey, agreed to help me find my brother, and even gave me a cellphone, along with tonight's expensive dinner, that I will sign a servitude contract with you. Who do you think Amanda Jenkins is?"
Lucas Griffin was taken aback, then let out a wry laugh, "What are you talking about?"
Amanda Jenkins glanced suspiciously at the contract on the table from a distance.
"Aren't you going to marry Emma Bollock and yet you want to keep me tied to you, so you want to sign some kind of mistress servitude contract with me? Let me tell you, Lucas Griffin, I might have nothing, but I am not that kind of woman! Although you've helped me a lot, from beginning to end, I never asked for your help. You insisted on helping me, so don't expect me to repay you with anything."