Chapter 48 He's Simply My Nightmare

• His face seemed to be instantly covered in dark clouds. His voice sounded cold and gloomy, "Fine—sign it."
• I did some rough mental calculations. There were still at least half a year before the resort's construction began, but... Well, I'd just take this as my last days of being in contact with him.
• Without reading the contract any further, I casually took the fountain pen he usually used, signed my name to the contract then added my thumbprint on top.