Hannah stared at the broad, dependable back in front of her, a strange warmth spreading through her chest. There was a time when another man would have stood before her like this, shielding her from the world. Now, that same man was on the side of those who sought to hurt her. Her face paled, and a bitter taste filled her mouth as she looked at him.
“How much is the penalty for breaking the contract? I’ll pay it,” he said.
“Oh?” Yves' voice was light and teasing. He glanced over his shoulder at Hannah. “What do you think the penalty should be? How about we split it, fifty-fifty?”
Hannah’s mouth twitched. The man was incorrigible, always so flippant.
“Alright, since you’re too shy to say, I’ll say it for you.” Yves' eyes narrowed, sly as a fox. “One billion dollars.”
Hannah stared. “???” Was he trying to blackmail him?
“Yves, are you insane?” Lionel roared.
“Not at all. It’s written right here in the contract, in black and white. It’s a lifetime contract. As long as the Keystone Group is standing and I don’t agree to it, she can’t leave.” Yves crossed his arms, enjoying Lionel’s frustration. “The contract was signed willingly. I explained all the terms, and Ms. Green here agreed to them without hesitation.”
“Hannah, did he force you to sign this?” Lionel demanded, his voice sharp.
“Hannah, tell him. Did you sign it of your own free will?”
Hannah took a deep breath and looked Lionel straight in the eye. “Mr. Lancaster explained every clause in the contract to me. The penalty, the lifetime term—I knew everything. I signed it willingly. There was no coercion involved. So please, stop with the accusations and stop trying to get me to leave the Keystone Group.”


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