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He shut his laptop and grinned at me. "Thank you, Evan. I am glad you like my work." I smiled at him. "If you accept my offer, you will be organising all the parties that will be conducted in my clubs in Manhattan. I'll get you a team that may help you. 75% of the profit from every event will be yours. I have mailed you everything in detail. Read it and when you are ready, we will sign the contract." He explained and I nodded. "I'll have a look and inform you." I told him. We kept aside the work for a while and kept chatting while sipping on our juices.

Then he turns them into weapons. Isabella stared at the screen, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. Her throat felt tight. She typed fast. Can we stop it? A few seconds passed before he replied. Maybe. But not easily. The agreement Matteo signed binds Sinclair Holdings to a one-year partnership. If you cancel it now, Lorenzo can sue for breach of contract. Then we’ll fight it! she wrote, angry tears burning in her eyes. He can’t win this. He can, Alessandro replied. Unless we find proof that the deal was made under false pretenses.

" There are penalties and no refunds. If they terminate the contract, we will not pay them back. And we are not going to terminate anyone's contract. Not at any cost." " Vihaan, your proposal is indeed fetching. But it's a new agency, getting trust will be hard. Do you have any supporting brands with you!?" The person named Mr Chhabra, who was questioning, was one of the most experienced employees of TV I who was also handling the marketing department.

At the end of the day, she was just his contracted wife. In the room Cameron cried, screamed and cursed her life, her destiny and all what she was. Desperately, knowing sooner or later Diego was going to come inside and stop her from destroying herself, she ran out of home. By that moment Diego was in his car in the parking lot, tempted to talk to some friend and ask for a piece of advice because he was suffering as much as Cameron. He just couldn’t tell Cameron’s grandfather about that. Diego had seen the way he humiliated her. If he dared to open his mouth it’d be the end for Cameron. It wasn’t stipulated in the contract but he wanted to take care of her until the end.

"So what? He’s still just… just a contractual husband. It was just a contract. Nothing less, nothing more." Naomi smirked knowingly, leaning in closer. "Oh, really? A contractual husband, huh? Funny, because last time I checked, no one gives their contractual husband their virginity. Or has a heated, earth-shattering sex you had with him in his billion-dollar car and ends up completely messing it up." Tiffany’s head whipped around, her cheeks burning as she glared at Naomi. "Shut up," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger and a glint of embarrassment shimmering in her eyes. "Get out. Now."

It was a new number. Unknown: Dinner tonight. 8pm. I do not take no for an answer. Serena smiled. Her heart beat fast. Serena: You will have to learn. She put the phone down. The devil was hungry. She would make him wait longer. That evening, Donato waited in his private dinner room. The place was closed just for them. Candles were lit. Good wine sat on the table. He wore a black suit that showed off his big shoulders and strong body. His cock was already getting hard thinking about her.

Jun-Sang followed Soo-Yun. "You both signed here. You are equally right on your new project together. Noone can break the contract. If anyone cancelled the contract, they will pay for consequences." She sighed as she cleared the rules. Sang-Woon smiled at her and glanced at Jun-Sang coldly. Jun-Sang shooting him death glare. Jun-Sang gazed into the dark. He didn't like the way Sang-Woon was smiling at her, trying to get her attention. They signed the agreement one by one while glaring at each other. "Okay, I will give you both the copies, and the original one will be with me." They nodded, and she left them for a while.

It could have been easier for Danilo Vergara if he had only known that he was Taphney's father. "As soon as possible-" "Give me the exact date." The old man quickly wiped his wet face before tremblingly answering. "One month, please-" "That's too long. I'll give you a week. You better pay your debt, or else-" "Mr. Santocildez, that's too much. One week is too short. Please make it a month. I promise I'll pay you back. I'll even give you another million-" "No one dares to ask or question me about my decision, old man. Pay your debt after a week, or else..." he threatened.

Tevez has had enough of the constant allegation that he sold his loyality to be with some of Tina's arch enemy months ago. "We will take the offer" Tina turned in shock to look at Ciro. She was giving him all sort of signal. "Now that's what we are talking about" "Tevez, he only agreed, I haven't agreed to your stupid plan yet. Until I do, none of this matters" Tina declared. "Can we have a moment babe" This was the first time Ciro would ever protest to anything she had to say. They both left Tevez in the living room, in a bid to go out there and have a proper conversation.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.