Divya blinked, staring at the documents now in her grasp. Wait… what?
Just like that? No arguing? No threats?
Before she could even process it, the man turned and walked away, his coat billowing behind him.
Divya stared at the bank papers in her hand, her brain struggling to process what had just happened.
Did I just meet the biggest fool in my life or what?
She had barely even tried, and yet—here she was, holding enough money to live comfortably for years. What kind of rich young master just hands over 3,500 gold without even haggling?
Her fingers tightened around the papers as a ridiculous grin spread across her face.
This world really is full of fools.
But hey, who was she to complain?
She had played the game, raised her price, and somehow, this mysterious, brooding idiot had actually paid up.
At that moment, only one thought flashed through Divya's mind— Beauty has no brain. And standing before her was the prime example of it.
