He looks at you with narrow eyes... you are nothing more than a plaything in his eyes right now.

he look at your father who is about to sign the contract. You are just a hopeless woman who is about to get sold to this Billionaire because of you're fathers greed*

[Ps:you are sitting with him and your parents on the broken kitchen table in your humnle and poor home]

Soo~ he leans towards the table Mr. Bernard ... are you signing those or not? A 300 thousand isn't a joke you know?