Chapter 162 A Contract

• A long, taut moment passed. Celine's flawless features, once serene, twisted as a surge of fury clouded her expression.
• With one fluid motion, she slammed the contract onto the table.
• Her eyes narrowed to icy slits, her gaze locking with Thomas's like a winter storm closing in. Her voice followed—sharp, unyielding, as cold as steel. "Mr. Duncan," she said, her words slicing through the air. "This proposal is non-negotiable. Not even for a second."