I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 192 Elijah chuckled and mocked, “What makes you think I'll sign this?”

Sheena leisurely sipped her coffee, saying, “I spent three years as your full-time housewife in the Freeman family. If you serve as my personal male servant for a year, I'll return both the Freeman Group and the Freeman mansion to you. Isn’t this an advantageous deal? Or do you think you're incapable of handling it?”

Elijah sneered, “I don’t need a year. | can take back the Freeman Group now.”

Sheena applauded, “Indeed. | believe you have the capability. But your mom and sister already signed the employment contracts. Don’t you care about their well-being?”

Elijah was taken aback and scoffed, “Don’t you find it despicable to use them to threaten me?” Both of them exuded a strong aura, almost evenly matched.

“Why should | be fair when dealing with an unreasonable family like yours? It’s you who don’t know your place. You thought you still had the qualifications to negotiate with me, but you have no other choice besides signing this agreement because this is the debt you’ve accumulated over three years!”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

His debt?

It was because of his past indifference, causing her years of torment by Faye and Erin, along with Jennifer’s ordeal... Elijah fell silent.

Initially, he believed Jennifer was the little girl that saved him years ago.

When she wanted him as a protector, he obliged.

When she wanted to be the rightful Mrs. Freeman, he granted her that.

Truthfully, he did owe Sheena. He had wanted a divorce long ago, but because of Sebastian, he dragged it out, wasting her three years of youth.

“Fine, I'll sign it.”

Elijah took the pen from the office desk, signing his name in the lower right corner of the agreement.

He thought it was over at this point, but Sheena unexpectedly pulled out an exquisitely wrapped gift box from the drawer, smiling. “This is also for you. Open it and take a look.”

Elijah took it with suspicion. He opened the gift only to find a syringe about the size of a pinky finger filled with an unknown transparent substance.

It was clearly nothing good.

Seeing his furrowed brow, Sheena explained, “I know you're skilled in martial arts, and | can’t beat you. So, | need to be cautious.”

Just as he had expected!

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Elijah stared at the tiny syringe, his expression grimmer by the second.

Sheena seemed to grasp his thoughts and continued, “Don’t worry, it’s not poison. It'll only weaken your physical strength for two months, making you unable to defeat me. You can still handle normal household chores, but it’s just that the injection might be a bit painful initially. You’ll need to administer it to yourself every two months.”

Sheena spoke as if it were something mundane, smiling as if they were only discussing what to have for dinner.

Elijah taunted, “Since you know you can’t beat me, aren't you afraid of provoking me? What if | decide to take action against you right now?”

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Sheena nonchalantly waved her hand. “This place is under my control now. If move, the building’s security will rush in. | know you're powerful, taking on ten easily, but what about twenty? Thirty, perhaps?”

She paused mid-sentence, smirking slyly before adding, “Do you want to give it a try?” Elijah remained silent. They locked eyes, sparks flying, neither yielding an inch.

“Once your strength falters and you're knocked down, I'll still have the syringe injected into you. Don’t forget, you’ve signed the agreement, and you'll have to obey me. It’s your choice. Do you want me to inject you by force, or do you want to maintain your dignity? The choice is yours.”