Desmond Fairchild was slightly taken aback, his handso face finally showing a ripple of emotion, a half-smile mixed with a trace of amusent, "One million to keep ?"
This woman is really scheming, trying to deceive him with one million, thinking she’s not after the Fairchild Family’s money?
The atmosphere in the room fell silent instantly.
Seraphina Sinclair took a deep breath, once again sizing up the man, could it be that the rates have gone up now, and one million can’t keep a top escort anymore?
"You think it’s too little?" She held up three fingers, gritting her teeth, "Then three million, no more!"
She had just acquired Kevin Company, her dividend this month was down to one hundred million, and there were many things to spend money on, three million to keep him was very expensive!
Seeing the man with a gloomy face, not speaking, exuding an icy cold air with a king-like posture overlooking everything, Seraphina felt slightly intimidated, but he’s just an escort, what is she afraid of?
Pretentious much!
Seraphina’s confidence surged, "Jude needs to go to school, he needs a legitimate identity in Bayside City. When do you have ti, let’s go get a marriage certificate."
Listening to her words, Desmond Fairchild lowered his black eyes, concealing the ridicule in them, ha, using a child to marry him and beco the mistress of the Fairchild Family, this woman truly was playing her cards well.
His son, over the years, had been raised by such a woman!?
The man thought it was unnecessary to stay any longer, if it weren’t for his son, he wouldn’t be listening to so much nonsense from the woman.
But the next second, he heard the woman say casually, "Of course, I know your past wasn’t very good, and there’s a grandmother to support. The three million I give you each month is enough to support you both, don’t go doing that kind of work serving people with your looks, my son cannot be pointed at by others."
"What do you an?" Desmond Fairchild frowned slightly, not understanding what Seraphina Sinclair ant.
Serving people with looks?!
Not a very good past?
Desmond Fairchild listened to these words, seemingly understanding sothing, his face instantly turning cold as ice, staring at her like a raptor.
This woman actually took him for a gigolo!?
The phone beeped, Desmond Fairchild held back his anger and opened it to see another arranged blind date by the old lady.
Desmond Fairchild looked down in thought, the old lady was getting on in years and it was common for her to want to see him married with children.
Thinking about this, Desmond Fairchild lifted his head, scrutinizing the woman before him, her makeup-free skin was white and delicate, her eyes cold and noble with a touch of defensiveness, her red lips glamorous, a face so exquisite it could stun anyone anywhere.
Most importantly, they already had a child, although this woman was calculating, suddenly taking the child away from the mother would also harm the child.
Desmond Fairchild’s eyes darkened as he agreed, wanting to see what tricks she still had up her sleeve.
The two reached a unanimous agreent, Seraphina Sinclair brought out a white paper to write an agreent, wanting it stamped and signed, to prevent the man from breaking his word, society these days was quite treacherous.
Seraphina carefully considered many terms and conditions, listing them one by one, then pushing it to the man, "Take a look, if there’s no problem, sign it!"
While he was reading the terms, Seraphina inadvertently looked at the watch on his hand, seeing the logo was Cartier, this model at least costs over four million.
Tsk, so vain, buying a knockoff. For a gigolo to wear a Cartier, anyone with eyes could tell it was fake, no brains at all.
Desmond Fairchild took it and looked at them one by one, what were all these strange and bizarre terms.
First, cut off all ties with previous clients.
Second, must spend 8 hours a day with Jude Sinclair.
Third, cannot be away overnight.
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As Desmond Fairchild read, he beca furious, she really thought he was a gigolo!?
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