The Eleven-Man Wedding Chapter 2

I shamelessly asked my brother:

"Bro, can I use this money to get a sugar baby?"

Claire frowned slightly.

Liam answered: "You can get ten if you want."

My eyes lit up, and I fawned over my brother: "Bro, I'll take you to party with models! I'll order ten models for you!"

Liam's eyes lit up too: "Models? Sure. Good brother, you really get me. I'll order twenty models for you to play with!"

My eyes shone like a rural bachelor who hadn't seen a woman in eight hundred years.

Claire facepalmed and grabbed my collar:

"Ethan Woods, don't forget the contract."

Oh right, I signed a three-year sugar baby contract with Claire. It stated that during the period, I couldn't have inappropriate relationships with other women.

The contract still had a week left.

I looked down at the fifty million in the card and said with confidence: "Sorry, I'm breaching the contract."

Claire said: "Fine. The penalty is one hundred million."

I panicked and immediately changed my tune: "Sorry, my bad."

Liam frowned slightly and asked me: "What contract?"

I stammered.

Liam narrowed his eyes, pulled me behind him, and questioned Claire:

"Miss Vance, I heard rumors in the circle that you're keeping my brother?"

Claire answered: "I'm not keeping him."

She frowned and asked: "Who told you that?"

Liam sneered: "Everyone says so."

He asked: "Then what's that contract you just mentioned?"

I whispered: "Sugar baby contract."

Claire answered: "Dating contract."

Me: "?!!"

Claire: "...?"