C12 Three Requests!

The object was cool against her fingertips.

Before she could even process the sensation, Leslie's resonant voice poured into her ear, "This is my ID card."

ID card?

Evelyn glanced down and, sure enough, there it was, resting in her palm.

Leslie continued, "My name is Leslie, 28 years old, single."

He reclined in his chair, his gaze deep and his demeanor exuding a relaxed charm.

Even such a subtle gesture was inexplicably captivating.

Evelyn's fingers, clutching the ID card, began to burn.

What was she thinking?

Judging a man of honor by the standards of a scoundrel?

Ultimately, her reluctance to sign was driven by fear of deception.

But now, it seemed she was being somewhat melodramatic.

Dan, standing to the side, trembled slightly, stunned by the unfolding scene.

The esteemed CEO of Parmtes Group, the scion of the Andrews family, was introducing himself to a mere girl?

What was this strategy?

Dan took a moment to scrutinize Leslie's expression.

Far from being upset, Leslie appeared to be... rather enjoying himself.

"Uncle, may I make a few more requests?" Evelyn ventured after a brief pause.

Requests?

Dan nearly exclaimed aloud.

To marry Leslie was a fortune many girls could only wish for.

How incredibly fortunate was she to catch the young master's eye?

And yet, she had the audacity to make requests!

It was simply... outrageous.

Dan was about to reveal the young master's identity when Leslie cut him off with a firm "Mhm."

That single syllable silenced him instantly.

With that, Evelyn spoke up with gravity, "First, I'm still young and in school; I can't have children."

"Second, I don't dislike you, uncle, but I can't say I love you either. So, I hope you can give me time to gradually come to terms with this."

"Third..."

Evelyn continued, oblivious to the shift in the atmosphere.

A cold, frosty tension was building, poised to erupt.

Like a tightly wound string, ready to snap.

After muttering to herself and fiddling with the ID card, Evelyn finally gestured dismissively, glanced at Leslie, and said, "Never mind, there's no third condition."

No sooner had she spoken than she sensed a chill descend upon the room.

No sooner had she finished speaking than she felt a chill rise around her. Sensing something amiss, she cautiously stepped back a few paces to maintain a distance from Leslie.

"Uncle, did I... perhaps go too far?" Evelyn ventured.

In his wheelchair, Leslie's gaze was dark and inscrutable, unfurling like a net enveloping her.

"What's... what's the matter?" Evelyn froze in place, her feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

"What is the third?" The man's focus was there; the rest seemed inconsequential.

The third?

Evelyn had intended to reveal their secret marriage.

But upon reflection, she decided against it.

Now, put on the spot, she was somewhat embarrassed to voice it.

Leslie's eyes bore into her like shards of glass, piercing and intense.

Under his daunting stare, Evelyn reached for the marriage agreement. "Uncle, I... I'll sign it right away."

She deliberately circled the dining table to stand as far from Leslie as possible.

Throughout it all, Leslie's gaze never left her, shifting from foreboding to a gentle entanglement...

Hearing her make a request, Leslie was actually quite pleased.

A girl with principles appealed to him greatly.

She had just finished signing, not yet risen, when a familiar voice echoed from the doorway: "Brother..."

That voice!

It was... Marvin.