Paityn walked down the stairs.

A long black limousine was parked in front of the building. As she approached, the driver got out of the car to open the door for her.

He politely said, “Mr. Monty has been waiting for you. He truly cares about you.” The driver was referring to Monty Verdan.

Earlier that morning, Monty and Paityn had reached a consensus. They would marry.

This marriage felt more like a transaction. Paityn needed Monty’s wealth to maintain her image, while he required a presentable wife and her expertise in the new energy development project.

Monty would save a substantial amount of expenses by marrying her. Neither of them would be at a loss.

Paityn nodded and slid into the back seat of the car.

Monty was impeccably dressed. He looked at her with a gaze that held not only admiration for her abilities but also a subtle hint of tenderness.

For a man like him, marriage didn’t have to be merely a transaction. He proposed it primarily because he liked Paityn. He