Amelia's eyes flickered slightly. "Mr. Johnson, are you bothered by it?"
Simon let out a cold chuckle. "Amelia, did you not get enough sleep?"
Amelia felt her face heat with embarrassment. "Don't worry, I didn't agree to anything."
Simon's gaze turned sharp as it fell on her. "Oh? So the deal didn't go through?"
"He told me to name my price and said he'd wait to hear from me."
Simon narrowed his eyes tightly. "So basically, you just haven't figured out your price yet?"
Looking at him, Amelia tried to sound casual. "So, is it the number that bothers you, or the fact that I might be naming one?"
Simon sneered and let go of her.
Then he just leaned back on the couch, looking at her.
"Whether you give a price or not, how much it is—that's all on you. What I care ab
