“The documents are in front of me…” — Gradov says ominously. “— Better sign. Otherwise, the minimum they’ll charge you with will be trespassing into my home.” With his words, the billionaire terrifies me.
“That’s not true! He brought me here himself!”
“It’s a contract. I need a fake fiancée. And you fit the bill.”
“And… what if I don’t sign?” I ask in a trembling voice.
“Then the consequences won’t be to your liking…” This devil with turquoise eyes smirks.