Chapter 226

Seeing Ian's displeasure, I couldn't help but smile, letting out a light scoff that only added to his frustration. Perhaps his attendant felt I had overstepped and offended the esteemed Ian Grayson, he suddenly stepped forward. "Ms. Wiley, the conditions offered by Mr. Grayson Senior are indeed generous, more than what most people would provide. Would others offer you so much?" I shook my head. "Of course not." Not everyone was like Ian, who was indeed magnanimous. But in reality, only those close to him truly know what he was like. Generous conditions? That depended on what you had to give in return. Such condescending charity felt like something a robber would offer. Ian didn't like me, and I loathed him even more. As I read through the agreement, my anger intensified with each line. After finishing, I ripped it apart. Ian was momentarily stunned, then his face flushed with anger. "Mr. Grayson Senior, please don't be upset!" his attendant comforted him. "You should be angry,"