Under the table, I clenched my fists into a fist. He was my father-in-law's son. He was still remembered as the biological son in my family because no one tested the DNA.
However, he bore the surname of his stepfather, Luka Collins. So I was almost confused by his surname.
But what was he talking about?
Mesmerized by his handsome face?
How dare he say such a thing? A widow like me did not care about anyone's handsome face. No matter how attractive a man was, I did not need to pay that much attention to him.
I was a businesswoman and the Luna of a pack. This was how my life was now.
I exhaled angrily because this man was getting on my nerves.
"I think, like this, we can not collaborate," I said, knowing I would never give him this offer.
After that, I rose from my chair and looked a
