"But if we are going to use my family naval fleet to secure this legendary treasure, I require an absolute guarantee that our bond is completely unbreakable before I share a single page of our maritime shipping licenses with you, which means you will provide me with a secret marriage certificate before tomorrow morning."
The heavy crimson velvet curtains of the VIP lounge seemed to absorb the sharp weight of Lady Cassandra's demand. Richter did not flinch, nor did he allow the sudden surge of adrenaline to alter the submissive posture he had spent months perfecting. Instead, he forced a delicate tremor into his shoulders, looking up at the glamorous shipping heiress with wide, glassy eyes that practically radiated desperate adoration. He sank lower onto his knees, his hands reaching out
