Chapter 1611


    Chapter 1611


    Vicky switched on the light on the porch.


    Everything in the mansion remained the same as the day she left.


    Vicky turned and looked at the stairways.


    The night was serene. It was as though not a soul was in the mansion.


    Vicky slowly went up the steps and stopped in front of the bedroom on the second floor. She reached


    out to knock but paused before she did.


    She knew there was no turning back once she entered.


    Avery was still out there, wanting to take her down, and the Harts who resented her would not spare


    her either. On top of that, Tyler was still as unpredictable as ever.


    After a moment of hesitation, Vicky knocked on the door, knowing she could not let Harvey die no


    matter the cost.


    It was silent from inside the room. There was no response.


    Vicky suspected Tyler was not even in the house when she noticed the door was not locked.


    Heavy curtains obscured the light from outside. However, the bedroom was illuminated by bright lights,


    filling the room with radiance.


    ncing around, Vicky noticed there were no changes in the room apart from the absence of her used


    belongings.


    The sound of running water could be hearding from the bathroom. Turning her head, Vicky saw a


    blurry figure reflected on the bathroom door.


    Ah. Tyler was taking a shower.


    Vicky could not barge into the bathroom, so she suppressed her anxiety and waited patiently.


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    After about 10 minutes, the sound of water ceased.


    Tyler walked out of the bathroom with a bathrobe loosely draped over his body. Water droplets slid


    down his fair, robust muscles.


    He showed no expression of surprise at her sudden appearance and calmly said, “Sign the agreement


    first.”


    With a sweeping nce, Vicky spotted a stack of documents on the coffee table.


    She picked them up and carefully read through them. The further she read, the darker her expression


    became. By the time she finished thest page, her grimace was worse.


    “Mister Hart.” She looked at the elegant man seated across her, and she sternly said, “Your agreement


    here is nothing but a set of oppressive terms.1′


    This was an entirely unequal contract. She had to be at his beck and call, could not date anyone, could


    not have any contact with the opposite ***, and there were even restrictions meant to confine her. She


    also could not interfere in his affairs, be present around his girlfriends or fiancees, meddle with his


    marriage, or restrain him in any way.


    All that, and his final term was the worst: Once she had a child, she had to give birth to it and could not


    go through abortion without permission.


    Tyler took out a cigarette from its box and lit it. “What’s wrong? Not satisfied with thepensation?”


    His so-calledpensation was an upfront payment of 15 million after signing the agreement. If she


    managed to bear his child, she would be given an additional 150 million.


    “I don’t need anypensation.” Vicky’s expression was indifferent. “I can unconditionally keep you


    company while you’re in Zendonia, but after you leave, the agreement between us automatically


    terminates.”