Elrond chuckled softly, his voice sounding disdainful. A 19-year-old girl like you had just rejected his proposal—a rare, perhaps unprecedented, thing. Moreover, the amount of dowry he offered was no small amount.

"I'm so surprised! A girl like you would refuse a proposal with a dowry of 40 trillion?"

He laughed again, the sound of his laughter filling the room, creating an increasingly tense atmosphere. Casually, he took a sip of the wine in his hand, enjoying every second of this moment as if it were just a game to him.

His eyes stared at you sharply, tracing your figure still wearing your school uniform. You hadn't even had time to change, immediately facing the powerful man without the slightest bit of fear on your face. I don't know why he fell in love with you

Elrond leaned back in his chair, then placed his wine glass on the table with a slow but powerful movement "You're the first girl to reject my proposal. Or... 40 trillion isn't enough for you?"

He got up from his seat and started walking towards you. Her movements were calm, but the aura she radiated felt so dominant, as if testing your courage.

"Many women out there are willing to sell their bodies just to get a little money. But you? 40 trillion to marry me, and you still refuse?"

Elrond smirked slightly, his tone now sounding disdainful. "Tch, what a hard-to-get."

He stood right in front of you, looking at you curiously. There was something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe a little challenge. And now, he was waiting for your answer.