He chuckled and said, "Sounds like a good deal. But I'm not in a hurry to get it. The Milton family is not that desperate too. All I want now is you."
I got up to leave. I reckoned it would not be a fruitful meeting.
He stopped me. "Hold on. I’m not done talking. How could we have a nice relationship in the future if you're always so impatient?" His words sounded loving, but in truth were cold to behold.
I remained tight-lipped as I looked at him.
He finally came to his senses that I would never reciprocate his feelings. "Forget about it," he said. "I guess our attempt to strike a deal would go futile. Let me put it this way. Do me a favor. Then, HI tell you how to safely get what your daughter needs. Deal?"
"What's the catch?"
Striking a deal with a devil like him meant that I would likely be short-changed.
He stared at me and did not say anything. Just as I was about to lose my cool, he said, "Accompany us for dinner later. Be sure to carry yourself well."
I furrowed my brow and asked, "What do you
mean 'us'?"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. A middle- aged lady walked in. Though she was elegant and beautiful, there was a tinge of haggardness about her complexion, suggesting that she suffered some long-term ailment. Her current state resembled that of Wendy's.
"Sebastian, the receptionist told me that you have a guest," the lady said while beaming with delight. "Is she the one?"
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