Lucas
I returned to the villa after a long day, expecting a quiet evening, but Cynthia was waiting for me in the living room, arms crossed, looking less than pleased.
“We need to talk about SM-47,” she said sharply.
I frowned. “What about her?”
“She just demanded half of her payment and you approved it.” Cynthia snapped. “I think she’s being… too forward. Too smart for her own good.”
I raised an eyebrow. “She’s carring twins for us. I see nothing wrong with honoring her request.”
Cynthia’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Lucas, you authorized it? Just like that? You didn’t even discuss it with me?”
“I did. Why wouldn’t I? She’s doing a job worth every cent we’re paying her. She’s carrying our children. That request is nothing compared to the millions these twins are worth in the wo
