Chapter 21: Be My Fiancée

Serena's POV

Tristan stood at the edge of the bed, staring at me for a long moment. Then he laughed — a short, quiet sound.

"A hundred thousand per time?" He repeated it slowly, like he was tasting the words. "Serena. You're selling yourself short."

I leaned against the desk, arms folded over my ...

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