Chapter 2 A Marriage Contract

Eve's eyes suddenly stung with heat. Her body burned with anger and rejection at what Nolan had just said.

"Now who is more immoral?"

Eve wanted to scratch Nolan's cold perfectly sculpted face. Even though his eyes were beautiful, framed by long eyelashes and a tall nose like a statue of a Greek god, the words were too sharp for Eve to ignore. But then again, Eve couldn't say it now. She still needs this job. She still needs money to bail out her father in prison.

Nolan stood up, he faced Eve and looked at her with a slight bow.

"I told you that I don't like seeing the person I'm talking to as higher than me. I think I can judge this restaurant to no longer be a five-star because of the treatment of a rotten waiter like you."

Nolan almost took a step, but Eve realized that if Nolan walked away from this restaurant, there would definitely be a report of complaints that would follow. In the name of Eveline Amber as a waitress who had to be fired because of her attitude of not serving customers well-then Eve had to prevent that first.

"Stop." Eve blocked Nolan and stood in front of him. Even though she has had to drop her position as a woman a hundred times more, Eve still has to do it again in front of Nolan. "I hope you can forgive my actions just now." She knelt in front of Nolan's long legs and hoped that the man would kick her or push her to the ground in response to what she had just done. Even though Eve's chest was tight, she had to give up her pride again.

"Apologize accepted. But there are real consequences to every apology." Nolan sat back in the chair casually and put one leg on his lap without taking his eyes off Eve.

Eve didn't dare to lift her face. It suddenly seemed like she had returned to ten years ago. If before she couldn't fight because she didn't have the strength, now she didn't have the right to even look at the man.

"Eveline Amber..." Nolan mumbled Eve's name like a toy to weigh her worthiness. "Are you busy tonight?"

Eve was shocked until she raised her face in confusion. "What?"

"There is an important event I want to attend. But if I come with new toys it seems like it will be more exciting."

"Toy?" Eve suppressed a sneer from her mouth.

Nolan leaned his back against the chair and cradled his chin in one hand. "Well, people like us need a lot of lambs to sacrifice. I think you're a suitable sacrifice for that."

Eve suddenly felt bad. What plans will Nolan carry out? But if she doesn't do it, she will get a letter of dismissal and she will lose this job. Now the most important thing is to redeem her father from prison. She wouldn't make her father wait any longer, especially since getting a job with a high school graduate wasn't that easy. This is America. To become a restaurant waitress, Eve needs Bella to put her here.

"If I do, you promise not to escalate this problem?"

"You dare to negotiate with me?"

Eve immediately confirmed her words. "No, Mr. Welington." It felt like Eve wanted to disappear from earth this very second. She is trapped by Nolan's games again and again. Of all the people in this world, why did she have to meet Nolan again? Why did she have to be her toy again?

Nolan got up from the chair and squatted in front of Eve. The light scent of the man's body penetrated Eve's nose. Even though the aroma could make any woman drunk, not Eve, who was dodging the problem that would soon come before her face.

"Then get me the damn wine bottle, bitch."

Eve's hands clenched tightly until her knuckles turned white. Her breath was labored, but she had to fight the urge to punch the man and swallow her raw. Eve got up and excused herself to take her order. But before Eve turned around, Nolan stopped her.

"I only give you one minute."

Eve's eyes widened. She swore again in her heart but quickly ran down the hallway into the crowd that dominated her heart.

Nolan Wellington smiled with satisfaction when he saw the woman run out of the room. The two bodyguards standing at the front of the room looked confused, but Nolan ignored it and sat back in his chair. The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, he checked the incoming call and then frowned. The name on the screen wasn't the one he expected.

"I'm at my wits' end. We have to find the right candidate for your impromptu contract. Sir, we have to find that woman immediately." A man's voice from the other end of the phone greeted Nolan directly. Nolan's brows furrowed further, glancing at the Rolex Submariner watch around his wrist.

"John, it's just a woman. I don't have time to-"

Not even thirty seconds had passed, and Eve's footsteps rushing along the hallway were heard. Nolan lowered his cell phone slightly when he saw the woman hurriedly carrying a bottle of wine and a tall glass in each hand.

Eve swallowed hard while catching her breath. Her ponytail was a little loose from running along the street, but looking at the woman, Nolan felt inspired.

"Sir?" John's voice, his assistant on the phone, was heard again.

Nolan came to his senses and then spoke briefly. "I'll call again later." Then turned off the cell phone and immediately flicked his finger in the air. Two bodyguards at the door immediately entered and closed the door tightly. Eve gasped slightly in confusion while hugging the wine bottle in front of her chest. The two guards stood beside Eve as if imprisoning her while Nolan looked straight at the woman.

"Take out the documents," Nolan said flatly.

One of the men complied and took out a document from a black briefcase in the corner of the room. A piece of white paper was placed on the table while one of the men pushed Eve's shoulders slightly forward.

"Ouch!"

"I won't repeat myself, Eveline Amber, so please listen." Nolan started his order seriously. Anxious wails took over Eve's face. But rather than being worried, the woman was more surprised and suspicious.

"This matter is so important that you have to consider it the biggest disaster in my life and I have no other choice but to ask for your help."

Eve's brows furrowed slightly as Nolan pushed the paper close to Eve so she could read its contents. It only took Eve two seconds to read the contents because from the title of the letter-all the contents were clearly visible.

"Marriage contract?! What-what do you mean?"

Nolan got up and didn't take his eyes off the woman who was now knitting her eyebrows sharply as if this letter was a joke. In fact, Nolan never underestimates the solution to every problem even though the chance of success seems only one percent.

Nolan had no other choice. He had to take this route. It's better to try, or lose on the battlefield.