Chapter 10. A Token Of Status

Sherman POV

“I’m not some spoiled heir who’s never worked for anything.” I said suddenly, surprising even myself with the defensive tone.

Silvia looked up, confusion clear in those golden doe eyes. “I never said you were.”

“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face whenever you look at me.” I turned to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city sprawl beneath us. “You think I’m just another rich Alpha who’s never had to work for anything.”

Why was I trying so hard to impress her?

This was a business transaction, nothing more.

Yet here I was, desperate for her to see beyond the surface—to recognize that I’d built this empire largely on my own, not just my father.

“Our relationship may be contractual,” I continued, “but I’d appreciate a bit of respect for what I’ve accomplished.”

Silvia set the papers down, her expression softening slightly. “I apologize if I’ve given that impression. I actually admire what