CHAPTER 470. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. A Form of Betrayal

"Let’s assume I’m an intelligent woman," Anja said with an impassive expression, crossing her arms over her chest. "Tell me about this proposal."

Hamish smirked. He had joined the firm in the last year and, thanks to his talent, had quickly become second-in-command of the legal department. Fortunately or unfortunately, Anja had enough experience to know that talent and hard work were not the same thing, so she was certain that whatever this man was proposing was not good.

"I know you’re in this project for the money," Hamish began bluntly.

"I’m in it for the kids, but yes, I suppose I get paid well," she replied.

"Well, there’s a difference between being paid well and earning what you deserve."

Anja narrowed her eyes. She could smell the greed on the lawyer, like a festering wound. Maybe that was her sixth sense after everything she'd been through: detecting rotten people.

"And how much do you think I deserve?" she challenged.

"A lot.