After signing the contract, Seraphina Redgrave felt like her hand was no longer her own. Just as she got back into the car, she received a call from Ethan Sterling.
"Quite wealthy, huh?"
Ethan Sterling's slightly mocking voice tapped at Seraphina Redgrave's nerves.
"Well, all the money you spent on buying my paintings went into investments, and then I used the earnings to buy a house. Consider it another way of repaying you?"
Seraphina Redgrave leaned against the driver's seat, showing a trace of relaxation on her face.
"I don't lack money."
Repayment? Seraphina Redgrave's little bit of money wouldn't even account for one percent of his company's daily transactions.
"Exactly, how could Young Master Sterling ever lack money?" Seraphina Redgrave found it amusing, "How did you find out?"
The property market isn't one of the Sterling Family's main businesses; how did the news reach him?
