Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Jose Floyd softly murmured an ”mm,” his gaze sweeping towards Camden.

Camden stepped forward and spread a document on the coffee table in front of Nicole, his voice as indifferent as Jose Floyd’s, ”This is the contract the young master prepared for you. Take a look, and if you agree, just sign it.”

Nicole leaned forward slightly, her fair and slender fingers picking up the document from the coffee table—it was a contract.

Jose Floyd glanced at her, his voice still cold and detached: ”To put it bluntly, this is akin to a deed of sale for you. The current temporary term is five years. During these five years, I will cover your tuition and all expenses, but your five years are sold to me. If you agree, sign it.”

Nicole skimmed through the contract, picked up a pen, and was about to sign her name at the bottom when Jose Floyd’s indifferent voice interrupted her.

”Nicole, think it through. Five years, not five days. If you sign this contract, it signifies that for these five years, your entire being belongs to me, understand? From body to mind, from head to toe, only I alone. Moreover, the temporary term is five years, and there’s one clause in the contract I’ll tell you directly: I have the right to unilaterally terminate or renew the contract, and you have no right to refuse.”

Her hand holding the pen paused, her bright eyes looking at him, she softly asked: ”Is that all? I can accept that.”

”If you’ve thought it through and decide not to sign, I’ll have Camden escort you out, and you won’t need to repay the cost of bringing you back from the bar—consider it a good deed from me. Think it over...” As Jose Floyd lifted his gaze to look at Nicole, he saw that she had already neatly signed her name at the signed place, and the words he was about to say were swallowed back silently.

Nicole finished signing the contract, handed it to Jose Floyd, her voice gentle yet earnest, ”I’ve signed the contract. I’m seventeen, not seven. I read the terms clearly, though they’re somewhat domineering, I willingly accept them. Jose Floyd, here you go.” Nicole said, pushing the contract forward a bit more.

Her bright eyes and white teeth, her gaze clear and pure, reflected deeply into Jose Floyd’s eyes.

Jose Floyd’s expression remained unchanged as he didn’t take the contract from her hand. His handsome, aloof face, cold starry night eyes, an icy clear gaze revealing an irresistible aura of noble strength, made Nicole feel a bit awkward. Her extended hand, neither retracting nor continuing to stretch, anxious and uncertain.

Camden beside her immediately stepped up to take the contract from Nicole, scolding, ”In the presence of the young master, you must know your place! The young master’s name is not for you to call so casually; you must respectfully address him as ’young master.’

”I... I understand now.” Nicole lowered her head, flustered.

”No matter, call me whatever you like. I don’t need another person calling me young master.” Jose Floyd’s cold voice bore a barely perceptible gentleness.

Nicole curiously glanced at Jose Floyd, her gaze wandering over his relaxed yet coldly handsome face, momentarily at a loss.

His deep features were like a carved statue, his sword-like brows smooth and arched, thin lips slightly pursed, holding a wine glass with such casualness yet revealing unparalleled nobility.

Perhaps she gazed too long, and the person sipping wine slightly lifted his eyes. Seeing her curious, pure examining gaze, he was dazed for several seconds, then his thin lips slightly parted, his cold and detached voice spoke, ”Come here.”

”Alright.” Nicole complied, walking over with a composed step.

As she approached, Jose Floyd’s appraising gaze fell on her pure face, then on her hands.

He extended his hand, his tone indifferent, devoid of any emotion, ”Give me your hand.”

Nicole glanced at her fingers, then placed them in Jose Floyd’s palm.