Conrad didn’t come back that night, and Annika didn’t ask anyone where he was.
She woke up late, the sun already high in the sky. After getting ready, she went downstairs where Beth had prepared breakfast for her.
As she was sitting at the table, Hank came in. After what had happened the previous night, he looked extremely uncomfortable. He handed her a share transfer agreement for Sargent Group, his demeanor even more deferential than usual.
“Mrs. Beryl, this is from Mr. Beryl,” he said. “He also wanted me to tell you that he won’t interfere much with Sargent Group’s affairs from now on.”
Annika flipped through the document while drinking her milk. At Hank’s words, she paused, her bright eyes lifting to meet his. Her direct gaze made him even more flustered, and he quickly looked down.
“On the condition that I behave myself and stay at home,” she finished for him. That was Conrad’s price for returning her family’s company.
Hank remained silent.
“Fine,” Annika said with a slight, wry smile. She finished her milk, placed the empty glass on the table, and stood up with the agreement in hand. The smile in her eyes deepened, burning like a vibrant flame.
As she passed by Hank, she deliberately slowed her pace. “Tell Mr. Beryl I’ll be a very good girl…” she purred, her breath, whether intentionally or not, ghosting across the side of his neck. Hank’s heart fluttered.
“I won’t see any other men, just as he wishes,” she added softly, her voice barely a whisper.

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