Rosalynn raised her head and nodded.

Why did Valeria entrust this project to her so easily?

Was she truly convinced by her abilities?

In the private room of Royarid Club, Karina eyed Barlow, who sipped his drink in solitude.

“Why did Brian hit you? Did you do something to Rosalynn?" she inquired.

"I..." Barlow hesitated. Swirling his wine, he met Karina's gaze and mused, "What do you think? A beautiful woman Like that will inevitably draw a man's pursuit."

Karina furrowed her brow.

“Are you truly intent on pursuing Rosalynn?”

Cradling his glass, Barlow fixed his eyes on her.

"She's a good girl. If I'm not chasing her, am I here to chase you?"

Pursuing her?

The thought left her indifferent.

Karina regarded him with revulsion.

Barlow squinted and retorted, “Karina, what's with that disdainful look? You once yearned for my touch!"

He dared to dredge up their history yet again

Fuming, Karina snapped, “Let's leave the past be, shall we?"

His smile sardonic, Barlow conceded, “Well, I'm no paragon of virtue." es, you're a scoundrel."

“Care to collaborate with me?"

Karina found herself at a loss for words.

He had an uncanny knack for exploiting her vulnerability.

Reluctantly, she acquiesced.

"Shall we review the contract?"