"This is absurd! The dress is torn anyway!" I snapped, my voice rising in frustration.
How can he want me to pay with interest when the dress is no longer a dress but a rag?!
Niklaus's gaze flickered to the slit in my dress, darkening slightly. Something about that look made my skin prickle.
"It was delivered to you in perfect condition. Any damage is your responsibility," he said evenly, but there was an unmistakable sharpness to his tone.
You're a monster. A cold, calculated, heartless—
"You're a cruel businessman," I muttered, crossing my arms, trying to shield myself from the weight of his gaze.
His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "And you're not going to the US. If you try, I'll sue you."
The words didn't register at first. My mind lagged a few seconds behind, as if trying to decode some foreign language.
Wait. What?
My stomach plummeted. My fingers went numb.
"You're joking, right?" I asked, but the tremble in my voice betrayed me.
