The young madam's breathing became heavier.
Lana continued, "And while that process was taking place, you were responsible for taking care of it. All the negative energy that accumulated throughout this mansion was then used to nourish and strengthen that little devil."
When Lana finished speaking, the young madam's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible. There is no way that could be true, but..."
Her voice abruptly stopped.
The contract had indeed been written on justice paper. It had appeared fair, almost as though both sides were receiving something of equal value.
But if what Lana had just described was the actual agreement, then the contract had been equal by its own twisted rules.
The young madam took a deep breath and turned toward Lana.
"Very smart. That bastard is very smart."
Lana chuckled. "He is not smart. You were simply too desperate."
Her expression became colder.
