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Annabelle was even more confused, an agreement? What agreement?

The butler, as if performing magic, produced a contract in front of her.

With a smile, he said to Annabelle, "Miss Sullivan, you can first take a look at this contract.

If you have any questions or doubts, feel free to raise them." He drafted this contract overnight, under the young master's orders.

Butler Cole also felt a deep sense of emotion. He never thought that the usually indifferent young master would finally take interest in a woman! In the past, even if he personally selected the most outstanding women of various types for the young master, the young master never showed a hint of interest or even a glance.

Even the plan of having a child through artificial insemination has been put on hold.

Unfortunately, the young master hasn't found the one he likes.

Butler Cole always thought that the young master, who was extremely picky and obsessed with cleanliness, would remain single forever.

But to his surprise, the young master had taken an interest in this young lady yesterday! He wasn't sure whether to be happy or worried.

The young master has finally found someone he likes, but he doesn't know whether the young master would bring her up to heaven, spoil her rotten, or lead her into hell.

Annabelle was stunned looking at the contract in front of her, but she quickly snapped back to reality.

Hold on! What did he call her? Miss Sullivan? From the start until now, she probably hadn't mentioned her name, yet this old butler directly addressed her as "Miss Sullivan."

A sense of unease began to grow stronger in Annabelle's heart.

This man... Couldn't have already figured out her identity, thoroughly investigating her beforehand, could he?

When Annabelle forced herself to suppress the anxiety within her, making herself look at the contract first, she abruptly got up from her seat.

Her face conveyed both shock and anger, "What! A mistress arrangement? I don't agree!" What's even more outrageous is that this contract lists multiple clauses that restrict her.

She's not allowed to have physical contact with other men, not allowed to date other men.

She needs to live in a residence specifically prepared for her.

Without his orders, she can't go out! But at the same time, she must be on call. If he needs her, she can go to him at any time, or stay at the residence, waiting for him to come to her.

She also needs to ensure that she'll have two children, a boy and a girl, for him.

She can't reveal her relationship with him. ... Isn't this basically treating her like a golden bird in a cage?

The glimmer in Adrian's eyes shifted in an instant, "You don't have the right to refuse! From now on, you must stay by my side."

Annabelle looked at the surroundings, everyone around here was his man. When facing such a dominant and tyrannical man, she was left with no choice but to take a roundabout approach and say: "Okay, fine! Let's pretend I agree, but you should at least give me some time... to digest everything, right? We've just met for a day. If you suddenly request me to agree, I need to get ready."

Adrian looked at Annabelle coldly, his gaze sharp, as if he had already seen through all her thoughts.

"What do you want to prepare?" Annabelle was at a loss, but still made the last attempt. As long as she could get out from here, she would have the chance to escape, or to find a mobile phone to call the police, or even ask for help.

"I have a home. I need to go back and fetch something. There are some things that are very important to me," said Annabelle.

But Adrian remained silent. Instead, it was Butler Cole who took the initiative to answer his young master's queries.

"If Miss Sullivan wants to bring something from your home, you don't need to go back personally, as this will entail a lot of trouble.

You just need to give orders, make a list of what you want... or all of the things in your house, from furniture, plants, pets and even the wall skin, I can have them all moved here, guaranteed not missing anything."

Annabelle was stunned as she looked at the butler.

This was really absurd! In addition, the butler specially added, "Or if you'd like your family to personally bring these things over, I can have someone accompany them.

I believe your real father, Mr. Anthony Sullivan, and your stepmother, Cleo Sullivan, will definitely agree."

Upon hearing this, the news detonated in her mind like a bomb.

They really knew her identity and had even investigated her family thoroughly, doing all of this within just a single night.

Annabelle had no choice but to abandon the last shred of luck she had in her heart.

She couldn't help but blurt out, "How did you find out?" Adrian scoffed, "What do you think, is there anything I don't know?" The butler courteously offered an explanation, addressing Annabelle: "Miss Sullivan, your facial features have been scanned, and our system has identified your personal information.

Rest assured, your private information is only known internally and will not be disclosed." Adrian grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

He didn't want her gaze lingering on any other man, even if the old man Cole was already sixty. After all, even old men are still men.

"So the underlying message is... Don't even think about escaping.

If you want to try, go ahead! I would issue a global warrant for you, and you would have nowhere to hide" Adrian warned her again.

Annabelle's confidence was completely shattered. Pervert.

Annabelle's eyes trembled violently, she was scared.

This man was not joking. However, in the depth of her despair, she yearned desperately to find a glimmer of hope. She thought of her father.

Yesterday, she heard what Maximus said to her. It was her father who had personally handed her over to Maximus, asking her to accompany him for the night.

The thought of it was like a sharp needle stabbing her heart, causing unbearable pain.

Whether it was to seek an explanation from her father or to hold onto the last thread of hope that her father might refuse or call the police on her behalf, she had to have him come here.

Annabelle said, "Okay, I want my dad to come here in person." The butler asked again, "Miss Sullivan, is there anything else you need from your home?"

Annabelle thought of the crystal ball stored at home.

The image of a young man, radiant as the sun, floated in her mind, causing her heart to ache even more.

And, the letters she had kept in a little box in her drawer over the years. But, she only asked for the crystal ball.

Upon receiving the order, Butler Cole went off to get the item and left.

At this moment, Adrian told her, "You're going to wait anyway; I might as well show you the gift I prepared for you.

I think you'll like it." A gift? Annabelle instinctively rejected it. She deeply resented this man, not to mention his gift.

She would not like it.

In Adrian's eyes, Anabelle's silence equated to consent.

Shortly, two men dressed in black suits brought a burly man bound in ropes into the room and tossed him on the ground.

Annabelle was both shocked and fearful when she recognized the man's face. This man is none other than Maximus.

There were still traces of blood on his forehead, remnants of the desperate act of striking him with a wine bottle the previous day, in her bid to escape.

However, all that Annabelle feels now is bitterness.

She'd naively thought that she had truly escaped, not realizing that she'd merely run from the wolf's lair into the tiger's den, ending up being consumed till nothing was left.

Maximus Cromwell couldn't find it in him to wail anymore.

The moment he recognized the man standing before him, he shivered in terror. How could he possibly not recognize the well-known Young Master Prescott?