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.
