Walking to the reception, he took of his sungla.s.ses. The receptionists fell into a daze. The young man was non other than Vincent King, the richest man in town.

"Which room is Sofia in?"

Looking it up, the oldest receptionist quickly answered him noticing the slight frown appearing on his face. And she had enough experience to know, who she should not be p.i.s.sing off. "She is in VIP room 1. It is located on the top floor."

On the top floor, Sofia was beginning to gain consciousness. For the first few minutes all she felt was an ache in her neck and a slight headache, she had hit her head during the fall.

Just as she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Vincent entering the room. Beginning to panic, "What are you doing here?"

"If I dont come here who will?" Vincent answered in sarcasm.

"Even if you own me, do don't have the right to come here now. I am still not yours for 2 months."

"Aaa. So I take it you know about the deal now? If that is so, it makes it easier for me to talk to you."

"I dont want to see you, rather than talk to you. you are a b.a.s.t.a.r.d for buying and selling people." Sofia screamed in anger.

"A. A. A. That my dear is where you are wrong. I was not the person trying to buy you. I didn't even know James had a daughter, let alone trying to buy her." Looking into her eyes, "I am a businessman my dear. I dont just give random people $2 million dollars without getting something in return. That would be a lose on my end. So, he offered and I excepted. Nothing more, nothing less."