Ann Nolan took the agreement on the table, divided it into two parts, and stuffed one copy into her bag.
"Thank you for finally letting me leave before I've turned into an old hag. In this regard, I seem to have you to thank," Ann said, sitting face to face with him like two familiar strangers.
"I really am tired of it, there's nothing interesting in bed either, your looks, body, personality, nothing excites me at all," Zaiden Santos sneered.
"That must have been tough for Mr. Santos, this year has been quite an ordeal, hasn't it?"
"Ordeal? Hardly, once the lights are out, they're all the same," Zaiden chuckled lightly. "I see my little brother treats you like a treasure though, since he treats you like one, I'll let him have you; his taste is truly terrible."
Ann clenched her hands on the sofa, his words making her tremble, her eyes gleaming with ferocity.
She hatedly stared at Zaiden Santos, her gaze burning intense.
