"I’ll sign this contract after I’ve talked it over with Shane later."
Evelyn Clayton smiled, casually placing the docunt aside, "Let’s eat first."
Pauline Warren saw this and wanted to say sothing, but was stopped by Silas Sinclair, who pressed her hand. She swallowed her words hesitantly.
Shane Sinclair glanced at Evelyn Clayton but didn’t say anything, simply resud eating.
The al was reasonably harmonious, but underlying the harmony was a subtle sense of unease.
In the evening, they dispersed to go to sleep, and Evelyn naturally called Shane for a conversation.
She asked Yara Reagan to go to sleep first, while she and Shane went to the backyard garden.
The weather was very cold, but the Sinclair Family’s backyard had hot springs, and the yellow plum blossoms, which originally did not thrive in Aethelburg’s northern terrain, were blooming beautifully, filling the yard with fragrance.
Evelyn and Shane sat at the stone table.
"Say what you want to say directly." Shane posed in a gentlemanly manner.
Evelyn sighed lightly, pushing the folder she had been holding back to Shane.
"I’m sorry," Evelyn pursed her lips slightly, "I’ve thought it over, and although these things are really tempting, so tempting I can’t refuse them, I still can’t accept them."
Shane furrowed his brow slightly, "I thought we’d already agreed on the terms."
"Yes," Evelyn’s expression was calm, "I will still do what I promised, but these things are too much for ; I can’t afford to accept them."
This developnt was sothing Shane hadn’t anticipated at all.
He looked at Evelyn in a bit of a daze, "What do you an?"
"I initially thought that your Sinclair Family doesn’t lack these things, so it wouldn’t matter if I took them, and it would make things easier for . But I thought, if money suddenly appears in one’s pocket that doesn’t originally belong there, it’s likely to cause trouble."
Evelyn smiled gently, "Surely you must already know. I count as half a businesswoman myself... Though I’ve been short of money at tis in the past, now I don’t lack it, so there’s no need for to embellish further."
Shane watched Evelyn quietly, his eyes revealing genuine confusion after a long while: "I don’t understand. I thought no one could refuse these things."
"Yes, indeed," Evelyn nodded, "but there’s a saying: When one’s virtue does not match one’s position, calamities are bound to occur. Although you are offering for to beco a foster daughter of the Sinclair Family, which for is indeed a difficult task, it’s not to the extent of taking away so many things."
Shane explained, "To the Sinclair Family, this is a re drop in the ocean."
"I know, but to , this reward is excessive," Evelyn remained calm and composed, "I’ll propose a reward condition within my capacity, rather than taking what you’ve drafted with ease."
Shane showed an understanding expression, "Alright. If there’s anything else you want, feel free to ntion it. As long as it’s within my capability, I’ll do my best to fulfill it."
With Shane’s assurance, Evelyn felt no need to say more, thanked him, and left.
The next morning, Evelyn sent the conditions she drafted herself in electronic form to Shane’s inbox.
Shane arrived at his company early, opened his email, and saw the file sent by Evelyn. His eyebrows raised slightly.
He opened it to browse, and montarily his expression grew progressively strange.
This Evelyn... truly, she surprises him every ti.
After an unknown amount of ti passed, Shane finally closed the file and sat quietly in contemplation.
After a while, Shane called his assistant in.
"Prepare the car, I need to make a trip to the old residence."
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