Even if Lovely lived ten lifetimes, she wouldn't repay it. If she ever tried anything again, Hans and Milo would be legally responsible.
She would have no chance to twist her way out.
Adam leaned back, exhaling slowly. Good. She can never ruin our lives again.
He looked at the thugs, men who had once been criminals but had suffered enough in prison to break apart and rebuild themselves.
"I checked your jail records," Adam remarked.
"You've improved. As long as you don't harm anyone and protect the people here… you can work as clerks. I'll give you a place to start fresh."
The thugs bowed their heads, emotions tightening their throats.
For the first time in years, they felt human again.
After the thugs left, Adam remained seated for a moment, letting the silence of his office settle around him like a cold blanket.
He slowly lifted the contract again, the crisp pages brushing against his fingertips, and a sharp glint flickered through his eyes.
