Chapter 10: The Man Without Grace!

"Gurgle——"

She couldn't help but let her stomach call out again.

Looking at the plump shrimp meat in her hand, she longed to put one in her mouth.

She looked up pitifully at the man in front of her, but he seemed to be deaf to the sound of her stomach, still eating the shrimp she had peeled with a clear conscience.

Cunning merchant!

Wicked capitalist!

Man with no manners!

It's okay, once he's full, she can get her contract back, and then she can go out and buy ten portions of crawfish for herself, and eat until she's full!

As she considered this, she felt a little better and peeled the lobsters even faster.

A whole plate of lobsters had gone into Chester Yale's stomach; Evelyn Sherman didn't even dare to look twice at the empty plates, fearing she would be so hungry she might gnaw on the plate.

She took off her gloves and eagerly watched the full man savoring red wine, waiting for him to hand her contract back.

But before she could get her script contract from him, she saw Chester Yale leisurely take another contract from his executive assistant, throwing it in front of her, his voice cold.

"Sign it."

"..."

Evelyn Sherman looked down, and upon seeing the content of the contract, she looked up in shock.

It was the contract that the Executive Assistant had given to her before she came.

A contract of sale of one's body.

He wanted her to stay by his side, to be his woman.

"Why do you want me to sign this?"

Evelyn Sherman's hand holding the contract tightened slightly, her face somewhat pale.

After what happened four years ago, she thought he would hate her and wouldn't want to see her for the rest of his life. Why would he want her to become his woman?

"What do you think?" Chester Yale put down his wine glass, picked up a napkin beside him, calmly wiping his hands, then he stood up, looking down at her condescendingly.

He gripped her chin, drew close to her face, his breath tantalizing, "What do you think could be the reason, that makes me want to keep a woman who once betrayed me for money by my side?"

"..." Evelyn Sherman's face turned deathly pale.

"You shouldn't fantasize about me still being fond of you, unable to forget old affections. Please stop dreaming," he laughed, his icy laughter felt like a slap on her face, her complexion turned even paler.

If he didn't want to see her, why would he want her to sign such a contract?

Wouldn't it be better for her to stay away from his world?

Evelyn Sherman held the pen, unable to sign.

Once she signed this contract, she and Chester Yale would be intertwined with each other.

And just as she hesitated, she saw Chester Yale picking up her script contract and handing it to his Assistant, "Notify the Group's Legal Department and prepare to file a lawsuit."

"I'll sign!"

Evelyn Sherman quickly signed her name and handed him the contract, her voice laced with tension, "I've already signed, can you return my script contract now?"

Chester Yale looked down at her, his gaze fell on her pale face and his eyes turned even colder.

She never really liked him.

Staying by his side is a kind of torture for her, isn't it?

She did a great job at acting back then, he couldn't see through it at all.

Chester Yale took the contract from her hand, scanned it, handed it to his Assistant, and then coldly turned and left.

Once his powerful aura left, Evelyn Sherman almost couldn't stand, leaning heavily against the dining table.

"Miss Sherman, this is the script contract you signed with the Yale Group." The Assistant walked up, put down her contract, and then left.

In the vast banquet dining room, only Evelyn Sherman was left, staring at the contract in front of her, lost in thought.

Compared to going to prison, she's more afraid of facing Chester Yale...