“How much do you think love costs?” Mia held Seth’s gaze head-on, refusing to flinch under his scrutiny.
Seth’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Smart girl.” He leaned back, fingers tightening on the armrest of his chair. “But I don’t buy into fairy tales. Women like you are only after one thing.” He scanned her, sharp and assessing.
Mia arched her brow. “And men like you assume you hold the upper hand.”
Seth let out a low chuckle. “I like you, Mia,” he admitted, as if surprised. “You’ve got nerves. But Cornell men don’t marry out of love; we marry for prestige and legacy.”
Mia exhaled slowly, more amused than rattled now. “I assume that is why you remained divorced?”
His smirk faded for half a beat before he recovered, letting out a dry laugh.
“You’re quick.” He steepled his fingers.
