Editor: Atlas Studios Summer Ford felt a chill run down her spine, yet she still braced herself to add, “I don’t want a cent of the hundred million you offered; my condition is this and this alone!”
“Seems like your appetite isn’t small, I’ve underestimated you.” Ethan Laurent curled his lips coldly, his words utterly sarcastic.
With the title of Mrs.
Laurent, what does a hundred million matter?
Summer’s face flushed, her fingers clenched into fists turning somewhat white, but she didn’t defend herself.
Instead, she followed his words with, “Since I’m selling, I should make myself more valuable, shouldn’t I?”
Ethan’s expression froze again.
In truth, Summer was well aware of how absurd this was.
Not to mention she and Ethan hardly knew each other; she didn’t even know his first or last name.
But she couldn’t think of a better way.
Her relationship with Ronan Ford was unique; even if she often avoided him, they were bound to run into each other frequently.
The only way to escape his entanglement was for her to get married!
Ethan looked at her coldly, his gaze as if watching a joke, and his words equally mocking, “Miss Ford, what makes you think I’d marry such a cheap woman?”
Summer wanted to retort directly, from the first time he saved her until now, haven’t he done enough inexplicable things?
She barely knew him, but during their first meeting, he saved her because of her name.
So why not do another inexplicable thing?
But now wasn’t the time for arguing.
Summer trembled her eyelashes, her face earnest, “I may not match your luxury and status, but I will fulfill my duties as a wife.
The validity of the marriage doesn’t need to be ten years, just four.
In these four years, I won’t interfere with anything you do.
Whatever you do outside won’t matter to me, you can even pretend I don’t exist.
After four years, when I graduate and go abroad, we can get a divorce.
This won’t cause you any loss!
If possible, I’d like our marriage to be a hidden or sham marriage, so it won’t affect you in any way.
What do you think?”
She spoke lightly, as if marriage and divorce were inconsequential to her.
Ethan squinted slightly, silent as he listened to her with sarcasm at the corners of his lips.
She already planned the divorce?
Summer watched him cautiously, quietly waiting for his answer.
They locked eyes for a long time, and just as Summer was about to despair, he suddenly pushed open the car door, his distinctly magnetic and clear voice drifting from inside, “Let’s go!”
“Where to?” Summer was taken aback.
“Isn’t it to get married?” Ethan glanced at her mockingly, gesturing to the seat beside him.
Summer was somewhat surprised by his words, stupidly staring at him for a while, then bent to get into the car.
The white sports car drove out of the villa, heading straight for the civil affairs bureau.
Upon arrival, there were many people waiting in line.
However, as soon as Ethan arrived, many people automatically made way for the two of them.
Filling out forms, registering, taking photos, everything went smoothly…