Sebastian was just about to say, "You have no right to make demands of me," but for some reason, when his eyes met hers, he swallowed the words back down. He lowered his gaze slightly. "Tell me what you want."

Daniela said, "I can cooperate with your act, but I'm not going to be a housewife. I want to go out and work."

Sebastian frowned. "With your abilities, what kind of job can you get? Receptionist? Waitress? Don't be silly, you'd just embarrass me."

Daniela clenched her jaw.

What to do? She really wanted to punch him.

She held back her temper. "I graduated from art school. Do I need to be a waitress?"

Sebastian finally remembered her major. It seemed she had done well in her studies and even had a famous piece of work.

He raised an eyebrow. "Then go work at Star Technology Company. Join the Art Department."

"No!"

Daniela flatly refused.

She already had an alias working for Skyborne Saga. She didn't want to work for him again.

"Ha, do you know how many people would kill to get into Star Technology Company?"

Daniela didn't care. "I'm not going, anyway. And you give me a million each month. Consider it compensation for my youth and emotional distress."

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at that.

He stared at Daniela, as if she were a fool. "Daniela, you already get five million each month. Isn't that enough?"

Daniela: ...She had forgotten about that.

Sebastian didn't mind the extra million, waving his hand. "Six million then, six million."

Daniela cautiously said, "The divorce agreement says it's not allowed to change."

Sebastian stared at her, a mocking smile on his lips. "Fine."

Daniela ignored the look in his eyes and took out her sketchbook, tearing a page from it. She wrote "唰唰唰" on it.

Sebastian saw the work that flashed by in her sketchbook, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Her work was far superior to many of the artists in the company, and the style was familiar.

Where had he seen it?

He thought for a moment, but couldn't remember, his gaze falling on what Daniela was writing.

Just one glance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Five Articles of Peaceful Coexistence"

1. During the maintenance of the marital relationship, both parties shall abide by basic morality and shall not engage in extramarital affairs or flirtations. Any violation will result in lifelong impotence! This agreement will be immediately invalidated.

2. During the maintenance of the marital relationship, the male party's family shall not use Renata to threaten the female party. Any violation, regardless of who, will result in the male party being struck by lightning.

3. During the maintenance of the marital relationship, the male party shall pay the female party six million in living expenses on the first of each month. No delay shall be allowed for any reason.

4. During the maintenance of the marital relationship, the female party is free to work, and the male party shall not interfere.

5. After the agreed divorce, the male party shall abide by the previously agreed divorce agreement. Details are as follows: ...

"Mr. Romero, sign here!"

Sebastian pursed his lips, his jaw twitching. "Are you sure this is legally binding?"

"Then Mr. Romero doesn't need to worry."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his big hand sweeping out to sign the document, and then threw it to Daniela.

Daniela put the agreement on the table, leaning forward toward Sebastian.

Her face, suddenly close, was white and delicate, with a faint fragrance.

Sebastian's heart suddenly thumped violently, his hand involuntarily grabbing Daniela's shoulder, he gritted his teeth. "What are you doing?"

Daniela rolled her eyes at him.

She moved her shoulder slightly, breaking free from his grasp, and reached into his suit pocket, taking out his private seal.

"啪" she pressed it on his signature.

"Now that's considered signed."

Sebastian: ...

Daniela had finished her business and was about to go back to her room.

Sebastian stopped her. "Make me something to eat."

Daniela raised an eyebrow at him. "Mr. Romero, I'm just Mrs. Romero on paper. I'm not your maid."

Sebastian's eyes twitched. "Six million a month, and you can't even make me a meal?"

"No. That's for my youth and emotional distress. Making meals is another price."