Angela frowned and said, "Then go by yourself. I won't join you."
It was absurd. She still had nightmares about the last incident and couldn't stomach the thought of dining with someone as abnormal as Trevor.
"Grandma's been unwell, and Grandpa wants everyone to show support. Just think of it as a casual meal," Dexter said, his tone softening.
Angela sighed. "Nope."
"A hundred-thousand-dollar reward," Dexter said, placing his hands on his hips and pacing the living room. He knew he had no choice but to dangle money in front of her again.
Angela didn't refuse immediately. Instead, she replied, "Let me be clear—if Natalie or that fool steps out of line, I'm leaving. Immediately."
Dexter's gaze was heavy with mixed emotions. After a pause, he nodded. The irony of their relationship wasn't lost on him—it felt like a business arrangement.
"By the way..." Angela hesitated, something clearly on her mind.
"What?" Dexter prompted.
"Nothing."
"You're holding back, and it's annoying." His expression darkened, his mood souring.
Angela replied as she ate, "We've got about two years and ten months left on this contract. During that time, you should start looking for a potential wife. With your charm, finding someone suitable shouldn't be too hard."
Dexter's face grew frosty, and he stayed quiet for a while. When he finally spoke, his voice was sharp. "That's none of your business."
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