Chapter 61

Clair sat back in the chair, her small frame almost swallowed by the oversized furniture as she anxiously watched the two men converse. At just thirteen years old, she felt completely out of place, discomfort radiating from her as she sat across from her father, who was deep in discussion with a man far older than him.

"I will take no less than 50 million! She is my daughter!" her father snapped, slamming his hand down on the wooden table with a force that made Clair flinch.

"That's too high of a price. She’s untrained. We don’t pay that much for untrained women," the other man replied coldly, calculating the right price for her as if she were mere livestock.

Clair’s father, Reza, leaned in, desperation etched into every line of his face. "Listen, Jas! I know you have your reasons, but I need that money, or my company will collapse!" he hissed, his voice barely holding back the frantic edge. The sweat on his forehead glistened in the dim light, visible even from where Cla