Let's get married!
Skye Lawrence's hand, which was swirling the red wine, suddenly paused, and her eyes squinted sharply!
Her first reaction was already out, "What are you trying to do?"
The look in her eyes was wary and sharp, shooting towards Oscar like an arrow.
"Marrying me is your only option now. Of course, you have another choice... let UZ take over the five subsidiaries of the Lawrence Corporation you are in charge of."
Skye Lawrence's beautiful eyes gradually turned cold, a coldness that felt like ten thousand miles of frozen ground, icy blades scraping over Oscar's body. She wasn't foolish, in fact, she was very clever. Oscar had just started, but she had already sensed it all. Precisely because she sensed it all, her face was very grim, a grimness unlike that of losing a shareholders' meeting. It was a suppressed anger, a sharpness!
