“A million dollars,” he said, his voice flat, like he was negotiating over a car, not a person.
Astrid shook her head, opening her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.
“Let’s make it two then,” he offered. She stared at him, stunned, wondering if he’d lost his mind.
“Mr. Voss…”
“Final offer. Five million,” he said, his gaze steady, unyielding.
Astrid took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Fine. I’ll be your wife.”
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