In haste, she extracted the bulky file from her bag and rapidly flipped through the pages.

Earlier, overwhelmed with delight at the thought that Theodore had come to assist her, Ariana had foolishly signed the document without thoroughly examining it.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had signed yet another gift agreement that stated that everything she owned would now belong to Theodore.

The attorney had already left with a signed copy to have it registered, and it was now far too late to reverse her error.

A wave of absurdity washed over her as she felt both rage and amusement simultaneously. Just as she had dealt with her wicked stepmother and half-sister, she had now been ensnared in Theodore's trap.

Ariana tossed the document aside, casting a cold glare at Theodore.

“You don't have to resort to such dirty tactics. All I want is my mother's belongings. I'll give you my part of the Edwards family's property."

"The assets, including your mother's belongings, are already mine,"

Theodore responded coldly, his hand resting on the wheelchair's armrest.

How audacious of him!

Ariana was so outraged she could hardly speak. She took a deep breath to steady herself and tried to reason with him in a calm tone.

“I know you're not interested in those things. What is it that you want?"

“Beg me and make me happy." Theodore looked at Ariana indifferently, like a haughty and ruthless monarch.

Their eyes met, and emotions flared.

Ariana averted her gaze and uttered two words stoically.

"Please, sir

@ "Is that how one begs?" Theodore furrowed his brows in displeasure. His conduct was as haughty as his demeanor.

There was a prolonged silence before Ariana smiled.

She slowly crouched down, leaned in toward Theodore, and asked, “How would you Like me to beg? Like this?"

Ariana's hand landed gently on Theodore’s chest, and she slowly approached him.