“Sign it. After the divorce, I won’t press any legal charges against you. I’ll even give you two hundred million more and separate your studio for you to own independently. Then there’s the one at the city center…” A deep, pleasing, yet chilling voice resonated. Isabella Jeannet couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her hand, preventing herself from bursting into laughter. Reflected in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were numbers with many, many zeroes. She carefully examined the divorce agreement, counting the zeroes. The tall man sitting across the office desk had his handsome, noble brows furrowed. His eyes were as dark and glossy, radiating a cool hue. He watched as the trembling Isabella lowered her head and covered her mouth.
