Chapter 649

Chapter 649:
“Speak up!” Milton demanded. He held her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes.
“You’re right, I was mistaken,” Candice admitted under his intense pressure.
“You don’t sound convincing at all,” Milton grumbled. “You’ve repeatedly put yourself in dangerous situations without showing any remorse. You’re going to write a letter of self-reflection. It must not be less than a thousand words. I’ll review it later.”
“What?” Candice was dumbfounded before Milton’s words sank in. “A letter of self-reflection?”
“Correct. Handwritten, photographed for record-keeping, and sent to my email,” Milton said, shooting her a stern look. “I never even did that in school!” Candice almost leapt up in protest.
Milton arched an eyebrow and asked, quite displeased, “Will you write it, or not? Or would you prefer to assure me in some other way?”
Candice gave in. “I’ll write it.”
Upon thinking over his ‘other ways,’ she concluded they probably wouldn’t be pleasant.
Seething with anger, Candice stormed back into the study, yanking out a blank sheet of paper to draft a letter of self-reflection.
As she penned down two sentences, an eerie sense of unease washed over her.
Wait, why was she even heeding his orders? He was not her parent, her teacher, or even her law firm’s boss. Even Bettina had more right to request such a thing from her.
What gave a mere client the audacity to demand a one-thousand-word self-reflection letter from her?
Wasn’t that a penance reserved for children who misbehaved?
What had she gotten herself into?
Moreover, why was she allowing him to intimidate her? If she lived under his roof, then she would have to follow his rules. But this was her house! She was the boss here.
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Annoyed, she raked her fingers through her hair. It felt like wherever Milton was, he laid claim to the place, leaving no room for others to voice their opinions.
Despite her grumbling, she forced herself to jot down a few words as a token gesture. The thousand-word demand was ridiculous. There was no way she could write such a lengthy letter of self-reflection.
Since he had come to her aid numerous times, he was her benefactor.
Signing her name at the bottom, she took the hastily written letter downstairs to Milton.
Milton was engrossed in a business plan. The Royal Garden Corporation had just dumped a stack of documents requiring his signature on his coffee table. He was briskly flipping through them, reviewing each one.
Upon seeing Candice descend the stairs, he took the letter from her, gave it a cursory glance, and dismissed it with a grimace. “Too perfunctory. It lacks sincerity. It fails to meet the verbal standards expected of a lawyer.”
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