When Eva Nightingale woke up, the sunlight was bright outside the window.
She freshened up and then walked out of her room. Dr. Meng was waiting outside: "Miss, these are the shares contracts of the Nightingale Group, and there's one more, drafted by me at the behest of the President."
Eva stood there, staring blankly at Dr. Meng.
She had met him once at the Military Base.
Not too familiar, but everyone was polite to her.
Eva took the "contract," glanced over it generally; the paper was roughly dozens of sheets, but they were all blank pages.
Only the first page had large words written on it: "Marriage Agreement."
Eva thought her eyes were playing tricks, opened them wide and looked again, only to realize that apart from those few words, there was nothing else on the paper.
"Doctor, are you sure you didn't take the wrong agreement?"
