The next morning, as Wendy Moore arrived at the kindergarten, she noticed the familiar black Maybach parked at the gate. A tall, upright man leaned against the car, seemingly waiting for someone.
"Mr. Fields?"
Chase Fields narrowed his dark eyes, focusing on her delicate face. His thin lips parted. "Miss Moore, get in. We need to talk."
Talk?
Wendy climbed into the car uneasily. Chase remained as calm as ever, tossing a prepared contract onto her lap. His indifferent voice held no inflection. "Take a look. If there are no issues, sign it."
Wendy froze, her gaze falling on the document. More than a contract, it resembled a near-s*****y pact.
Yet the terms were incredibly tempting: the Moore Villa would be spared from demolition and returned to her name.
Seeing that clause, Wendy pick
