Chapter 5

I drove the Maserati, speeding straight to Mr. Sinclair's company.

At daybreak, I would settle the final payment with him.

With just three hours left in my three-year career as a devoted admirer, I was a bit excited!

I waited for three hours outside the billionaire's company, finally making it to daybreak.

During this time, Alexander called me no less than 100 times and sent countless messages, all of which I ignored.

Five minutes before the contract expired, I finally answered Alexander's call.

Immediately, his hysterical roar came through the speaker.

"Valerie Lewis, you dog! How dare you not answer my calls? Do you want to die?"

I didn't say a word and hung up.

Two seconds later, he called again, starting with another barrage of curses.

I hung up again.

He called for the third time, finally improving his manners and softening his tone.

"Valerie Lewis, what exactly do you want?"

"If you dare hang up on me one more time, I swear I'll never speak to you again."

"Even if you try to make up, it won't work!"

I laughed coldly and promptly hung up the phone.

This time he might have really been pushed to the edge.

Alexander called me for the fourth time, and I still answered.

With only one minute left on the contract, I still had to abide by the agreement and fulfill my duties as an admirer.

I spoke calmly and coldly, "Young Master Sinclair, you have one minute left to talk to me. Please be brief and mind your language."

Alexander started with his old routine, slapping me then offering a candy.

"Valerie Lewis, I know you're upset because you saw me with other women, right?"

"I've smoothed over the incident where you hit someone. See how good I am to you?"

"They've gone to the hospital for treatment now. Come pick me up and take me home immediately. I'm waiting for you at the club entrance."

I still laughed coldly, "So all those women are done playing with you, and no one's willing to take you home? How pitiful!"

Hearing this, Alexander immediately exploded.

"Valerie Lewis, you bastard..."

Before he could finish cursing, I hung up the phone.

I decisively blocked him on all contact methods. Out of sight, out of mind.

At eight in the morning, a Rolls-Royce Phantom appeared in my line of sight.

The license plate had one zero and four eights - it was the billionaire's car.

I honked twice, and the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of me.

The window lowered, revealing Mr. Sinclair's plump face.

"Valerie, you're here so early? Get in, let's talk."

I didn't hesitate and sat next to him, getting straight to the point, "Mr. Sinclair, our contract has expired. Please settle the final payment now."

Hearing this, the smile on Mr. Sinclair's face instantly disappeared.

He sighed and said, "Ah, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly. It's been three years already."

Yes, three years.

He didn't know how much I had suffered at the hands of his precious son.

Even $1.3 million didn't feel like enough compensation for what I'd been through.

"I'll have the finance department transfer the final $400,000 to you immediately."

"My son has a quick temper, is stubborn, and cares about his face. Don't cut him off abruptly, ease into it gradually, understand?"

Mr. Sinclair's commanding tone made me extremely uncomfortable.

We had an equal business relationship, not an employer-servant dynamic.

Moreover, the contract had expired. What right did he have to demand I ease into anything?