Chapter 3 WHERE IS THIS

"If I go and tell him everything you've done, what do you think will happen?" Wuraola raised her eyebrows and looked at Mide, making it unable to tell if she was joking or serious.

Mide remained calm and said, "I want to believe that you are a smart lady and you know that by doing so, it will not benefit you in any way. Instead, you lose a good opportunity. You wouldn't dare to do that."

Wuraola rolled her eyes.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wuraola complained, "You know everything about me, but I know nothing about you. Is that fair?"

"The most ridiculous word in the world is 'fairness'. If there was fairness, there would be no life or death," Mide said. "But if you really want to know something about me, you can marry me. Then I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Wuraola hadn't thought this through yet, although she had already agreed to most of it in her heart. She just needed that last push.

"Forget it, I don't want to know for now. As for the answers you want to know, why rush? You'll know tomorrow," she said, tilting her head cutely.

Mide was about to say something else when his assistant knocked on the door. "The things have arrived."

"Come in," Mide said, sitting up straight and adjusting his clothes. The timing couldn't have been worse. His assistant looked at him curiously before leaving after putting down the things.

"Go ahead and eat," Mide said, glancing at his watch. "It should suit your taste. My father will be back in two hours. Before that, I'll teach you how to find his weak spot and negotiate with him."

Wuraola was surprised. "How do you know what I like to eat? And do you really have such a bad relationship with your father, that you have to teach me how to deal with him?"

"You have a lot to learn in the coming days. Let's cut to the chase. Remember what I say while you eat," Mide said.

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Two hours later, Mide's father arrived at the company in time. Mide took Wuraola with him to see the chairman.

The chairman's secretary leaned over to whisper something in the chairman's ear in his office. Mr. Wellington's eyes turned to Wuraola, and his brow furrowed.

"The compensation agreement we sent to you yesterday already exceeds the amount you're owed. Doubling it is impossible," he said.

Sitting on the chair, Mr. Wellington sipped his tea.

"Don't be so merciless, Mr. Wellington," Wuraola replied. "I'm now an orphan, and everything that happened was because of your company. It's not unreasonable for me to demand double the compensation."

Without giving Mr. Wellington a chance to speak, she continued, "I happen to have a lot of free time. If Mr. Wellington can't even meet this small request, then I'll have to hang a banner at the front of your company."

"Ahem." Mide cleared his throat twice and stood up, walking over to Mr. Wellington. "Just agree to it. The company has already been reported severally by the media. We can't afford any more negative news."

Wellington corporation wasn't lacking in money, but it was lacking in good reputation, so the chairman had no choice but to agree to it.

Half an hour later, Wuraola walked out of Wellington Corporation with a cheque in her hand. A car was parked on the side of the road, and the driver got out when he saw her.

"Miss Wuraola, my lord asked me to pick you up."

With just a little thought, Wuraola knew who sent him. Without hesitation, she got into the car. However, instead of taking her home, the car drove her to a mansion.

"Where is this?" Wuraola got out of the car. "Did Mide ask you to bring me here?"

"Yes, Miss Wuraola. This is my lord's personal mansion. He asked you to wait here for a moment. He'll be back soon."

After speaking, the driver led Wuraola inside. A maid was already waiting at the door, so the driver left after dropping her off, while the maid led her inside.

"Miss Wura, would you like to take a bath and have a spa treatment first?" The maid smiled sweetly.

Why a bath? She wasn't here to serve someone!

"No, thank you. You can go about doing your business. I'll wait here alone until Mide returns," Wuraola said, feeling uncomfortable under the maid's gaze.

"Okay, if you need anything, just let me know," the maid said before leaving obediently.

"Pheew!" Wuraola breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a magazine to pass the time. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Mide arrived.

"After you left, he threw a big tantrum," Mide said, seeming to be in a good mood. "You did a good job Wuraola, I'm so proud of you."

He had taught her to use the company's reputation to her advantage, and Wuraola had clearly understood how to do so without too much effort.

"What do we do next?" Wuraola wasn't happy about the whole situation.

Mide rolled his eyes and gave her a strange look. "Next, we get married, of course."

At the mention of marriage, Wuraola's ears suddenly turned red, even though she knew it was just going to be a business arrangement between the two of them.

She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to be Mide's paper wife, but yet she needed to avenge her father's death.

"I didn't say I agreed to the contract marriage you suggested," she muttered.

Looking at her blushing face, Mide felt his heart skip a beat. A strange warmth flowed through him, making him feel like he was walking on clouds.

"But you've already agreed in your heart. You just haven't said it with your mouth yet," he said.

Wuraola didn't say anything. Suddenly, Mide stood up and walked over to her, leaning in close. The distance between them was only as wide as a fist, and they could see their reflections in each other's eyes.

"You..."