Adah turned him down immediately. “No matter what you give me, I don’t want it! Allan, quit bothering me. There’s no chance for us, so stop holding on to that hope!”
Instead of looking upset, Allan regarded her with a gentle expression. “Let’s make a deal. If the birthday gift I choose actually makes you happy, you agree to marry me. How does that sound?”
Marry Allan? The question made Adah freeze where she stood. Gradually, she lifted her gaze, staring at Allan as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “Why would I ever agree to something like that just because of a birthday present? Do I look like someone who would jump at any random gift?”
With absolute confidence, Allan replied, “You’ve never seen anything like what I’m going to give you. It’s something you definitely don’t own.”
A sharp, mocking laugh escaped Adah as she spun around and made for the door. “You’re out of your mind!”
Allan followed close on her heels, deliberately provoking a reaction. “You’re so quick to reject my offer because deep down, you’re afraid you might actually fall for me, aren’t you? Let’s be honest, a catch like me is rare, and you know you won’t find another anytime soon.”
Annoyance prickled across Adah’s face. She whirled around and fixed him with a glare. “Alright, let’s make this fair. If your gift actually wins me over, I’ll keep my word and marry you. But if it doesn’t, what then?”
Without missing a beat, Allan replied, “If I fail, I’ll disappear from your life for good. You’ll never have to see me again, unless you’d rather I stick around as your servant, doing whatever you command.”
Adah paused, studying him with narrowed eyes. Whether she liked the gift or not was entirely subjective—she held all the cards. Why was he willing to risk so much?
After thinking it over, Adah’s brows rose with dry amusement. There was nothing for her to lose. No matter what happened, she had the upper hand.
A slow smile crept across her face. “Allan, don’t tell me you’re planning to buy my affection with money. If you are, you’d better brace yourself for a large amount. Ordinary riches mean nothing to me; my standards are high.”
Allan was well aware of just how lavish her preferences were; three billion hadn’t impressed her one bit. But her challenge only confirmed it—she was willing to take him up on the deal. Pure happiness shone in his eyes. “Trust me. What I have for you is beyond price. Even your wildest wishes will be satisfied.”
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“Then I guess I’ll just wait and see,” Adah replied, striding down the stairs without once looking back.
Allan trailed closely after her.
As soon as they entered the living room, Gia and the rest of the family gawked at the sight, eyes wide in disbelief.
With each step, Adah carried herself like royalty, while Allan kept close behind, devoted and unwavering. The roles couldn’t have been clearer.
Rowena could barely contain her envy, balling her hands into tight fists.
Desperate to win Adah over, Gia was suddenly eager to upgrade her living space.
Adah wasn’t having any of it. She shot Gia a cold, taunting stare and delivered her reply without mercy. “Is it still not clear to you who owns this place? My mother paid for this house; it is now mine. The rest of you are nothing but freeloaders. Right now, I don’t want anyone I can’t stand living under my roof. Pack your things and leave.”
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