Chapter 2 Unequal Treaties

"Mr. Turner." Mike called to the man in the wheelchair, "The young master is back today, and Old Mr. and Mrs. Turner want you to join them for dinner."

The man in the wheelchair looked out the window, turned his back to Mike, and said after a long time, "I'm not going."

"Won't you join them even if the young master wants you there?"

"Just tell them I'm not feeling well and it's inconvenient to attend, lest everyone be embarrassed."

Mike pouted helplessly and went out.

Despite all the signs that Emma's soul was in her sister's body, she still thought it was unbelievable.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the face of "her sister", trying to call her own name in her mouth.

"Emma, Emma."

That's right. That was her sister's voice.

She panicked for a while and thought, "If I became my sister, then where would my sister be? Was she already in my body? And we just changed our bodies?"

Emma was eager to see her "sister", but she didn't know which hospital to look for, and there was no phone at hand. Thinking of what Mike had said about taking her to the hospital tomorrow, she decided to wait in the end.

She took off the dirty clothes on her body and found two bruises on her right thigh and waist. In addition, the striped scars on her arm were the most eye-catching.

How did this happen? Someone beat her?

Emma opened the door of the cabinet in confusion, looking for a clean dress to change. At this time, a blue folder fell from the cabinet and hit the floor.

She stooped to pick it up and glanced at the large letters on the cover - The Agreement.

Emma sat down in front of the desk and began to read it. On the first page, it was clearly written that Party B, Judy Carter, and Party A, Bob Turner, had agreed on the marriage by agreement. At first, she only had a slightly confused expression, but then she frowned. When she finished reading the last page, she felt as if her chest was blocked by a boulder and she couldn't breathe.

--Party B needs to be on standby for 24 hours. Party B must try her best to meet any requirements of Party A. Even if Party A wants to eat pasta at two in the middle of the night, she must go to the kitchen to cook it immediately.

--In addition to Party A, Party B has to obey other tasks assigned by any one of the Turner Family, and must not refuse or contradict anyone.

--Party B must prepare and deliver three meals for Party A in time every day, and the clothing and bedding must be changed frequently.

--Without Party A's permission, Party B is not allowed to take a half-step out of Turner's house. If Party B wants to go out for activities, she must ask for leave in advance to report...

--Party B's annual salary is two hundred thousand RMB. On April 1st each year, Party A shall pay the annual salary to Party B's father William Carter, and shall not be in arrears...

--The Agreement includes but is not limited to the above content, and supplementary explanation will be made according to the specific situation in the future. The right of final interpretation of this agreement belongs to Party A, Bob Turner, and the Turner Family. If Party B breaches the contract, she shall pay Party A a penalty of RMB 10 million...

This Bob, couldn't he marry someone or hire a maid? How could he be so domineering?

Emma was trembling with anger and closed the agreement forcefully. What kind of agreement was this? It was obviously an unequal treaty that humiliated Party B!

Moreover, it seemed that her bastard father was somehow involved. Otherwise, why was he the one who got her sister's annual salary?

But Emma was still confused, wondering why her kind-hearted and innocent sister would sign such an agreement, and why her sister didn't even mention anything to her?

Fortunately, there was also such a term in the contract: the employment relationship can end after Bob recovers. When it ends, Party B Judy will receive a lump-sum payment of one million yuan as compensation for divorce.

One million!

Emma's heart trembled, but she pulled herself together, "Even if it's a salary of one million, she shouldn't do this to herself!"

She pulled out a floral dress from the cabinet, put it on, and walked out of the room lightly. She was about to ask Mike about the details of this absurd agreement and the arrangement of when and how they would go to the hospital tomorrow.

The door of the wheelchair man's room was closed tightly. Emma stuck to the wall and drew away quickly as if the man was a monster.

When she came to the living room, she sighed sincerely that this house was really big, and when she walked into the yard, she finally knew how it felt like to see someone richer and something more spectacular than one could imagine.

The house she was in was next to a bigger white building, no, it should be called a villa. The villa had three stories, with unique shapes and simple but gorgeous lines.

What was even more surprising was the view of the courtyard. The ecological fish pond on the east side and the luxurious swimming pool on the west side reflected each other. Adjacent to the fish pond was a small rockery surrounded by green plants and flowing fountains, which resembled a corner of a park.

Emma looked dumbfounded, and couldn't help but say, "Do they have to make it so luxurious?"

"Have you not got used to this yet?"

Emma was taken aback by the sudden question and dropped to the ground. She then turned her head and saw it was a man who was about 60 years old.

With gray hair, the man was in a large cardigan made of plain linen, which looked quite chic and unrestrained.

"Hey, did I scare you?" The man felt funny when he saw her sitting on the floor rascally, "Mike said that you still feel a little uncomfortable, so you won't eat with us, but you ran into the yard."

"You...who are you?"

The man was a little surprised, "Mike said you can't remember anyone for the time being, but you can't even recognize me?"

At this moment, Mike hurriedly ran over, "Judy, don't you stand up and say hello. This is Mr. Turner, Mr. Turner's father."

Emma got up and patted her butt, and then she said, "Oh, hello, Mr. Turner."

"You can call me Uncle. You've always called me that way before."

"Uncle Turner." She nodded.

Although Mr. Turner had a serious face, his eyes were very kind.

"Well, are you really fine? Mike said that the car was crashed and even deformed."

"I... seem to be fine." Emma squeezed her arm.

"Don't take it to your heart. The insurance company will take care of it. Since you are okay, why don't you join us for dinner?" Mr. Turner invited her enthusiastically.

Emma smiled faintly, "Okay, I happen to be hungry." She was indeed a little hungry.

Emma followed Mr. Turner into the main building and found that five pairs of eyes were staring at her. From the analysis of their facial expressions, at least four people dismissed her, while the fifth person...

Emma stared at the young man in a daze.

Mike hurried to Emma's ear to introduce in a whisper-the three sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window were the second lady of the Turner Family, Dora Turner, Mrs. Turner, and Dora's aunt, Jessica Turner. And the other two men were Dora's husband, Tom Smith, and her little brother, the third master of the Turner Family.

"Joy Turner!" Emma's voice was not too loud, but still produced a faint echo in this empty space.

She looked surprised and excited at the handsome man wearing a loose gray hoodie and half-shielding his eyes with hair on his forehead. She had never thought that her favorite musician was the third son of the Turner Family!