Yvonne arrived at Miller Jewels early the next day. The moment she got out of the elevator, her assistant approached her frantically. "Ms. Miller, Mr. York is waiting for you in your office."

Yvonne furrowed her brows. "Why is he here?"

"He said he's here to sign the contract. I have no idea what happened." The assistant followed behind Yvonne and entered the office. Richard, who was sitting on the couch, immediately sprung up in fear. He did it too quickly, even pulling on his injury. He gasped in pain.

Yvonne noticed the bruise on Richard's face. Perhaps he was embarrassed, so he covered it up with his hand.

Yvonne guessed that someone must have taught him a lesson, but she couldn't be bothered to ask. She looked at him indifferently. "I thought you didn't want to work together. What are you doing here now?"

"No, no …" Richard frantically waved his hands. He bent up, picked up the contract on the desk, and passed it to Yvonne with both hands. "I truly want to work with you, Ms.