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Chapter 1611
Vicky switched on the light on the porch.
Everything in the mansion remained the same as the day she left.
Vicky turned and looked at the stairways.
The night was serene. It was as though not a soul was in the mansion.
Vicky slowly went up the steps and stopped in front of the bedroom on the second floor. She reached out to knock
but paused before she did.
She knew there was no turning back once she entered.
Avery was still out there, wanting to take her down, and the Harts who resented her would not spare her either. On
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttop of that, Tyler was still as unpredictable as ever.
After a moment of hesitation, Vicky knocked on the door, knowing she could not let Harvey die no matter the cost.
It was silent from inside the room. There was no response.
Vicky suspected Tyler was not even in the house when she noticed the door was not locked.
Heavy curtains obscured the light from outside. However, the bedroom was illuminated by bright lights, filling the
room with radiance.
Glancing around, Vicky noticed there were no changes in the room apart from the absence of her used belongings.
The sound of running water could be heard coming from the bathroom. Turning her head, Vicky saw a blurry figure
reflected on the bathroom door.
Ah. Tyler was taking a shower.
Vicky could not barge into the bathroom, so she suppressed her anxiety and waited patiently.
After about 10 minutes, the sound of water ceased.
Tyler walked out of the bathroom with a bathrobe loosely draped over his body. Water droplets slid down his fair,
robust muscles.
He showed no expression of surprise at her sudden appearance and calmly said, "Sign the agreement first."
With a sweeping glance, Vicky spotted a stack of documents on the coffee table.
She picked them up and carefully read through them. The further she read, the darker her expression became. By
the time she finished the last page, her grimace was worse.
"Mister Hart." She looked at the elegant man seated across her, and she sternly said, "Your agreement here is
nothing but a set of oppressive terms.1'
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis was an entirely unequal contract. She had to be at his beck and call, could not date anyone, could not have
any contact with the opposite sex, and there were even restrictions meant to confine her. She also could not
interfere in his affairs, be present around his girlfriends or fiancees, meddle with his marriage, or restrain him in
any way.
All that, and his final term was the worst: Once she had a child, she had to give birth to it and could not go through
abortion without permission.
Tyler took out a cigarette from its box and lit it. "What's wrong? Not satisfied with the compensation?"
His so-called compensation was an upfront payment of 15 million after signing the agreement. If she managed to
bear his child, she would be given an additional 150 million.
"I don't need any compensation." Vicky’s expression was indifferent. "I can unconditionally keep you company while
you're in Zendonia, but after you leave, the agreement between us automatically terminates."