What kind of artist contract was this? It was clearly a contract of indenture! It was even more overbearing than a slave contract, practically stripping her of all autonomy! Robin's face alternated between red and white as she read it, and even the hand holding the contract trembled.
Mo Wang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and delivered the classic line brimming with malicious amusement. His smile was dazzling, yet it sent a chill down Robin's spine. "Miss Robin, you... wouldn't want anything to happen to your brother, would you?"
Those words became the final straw. Thinking of the Aeon's wrath her brother might face, thinking of how The Family might be doomed beyond redemption, then comparing it to this "protection agreement," harsh though it was but at least plainly priced... Robin bit down hard on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood.
Tears surged forth again, but with trembling hands, she accepted the feather pen Vita so "thoughtfully" offered her. At the Party B signature line of that "contract of indenture," she forcefully signed her name stroke by stroke—Robin.
The scratch of the pen across parchment was especially distinct in the silent room.
Looking at the still-wet name on the contract, Mo Wang's exaggerated wicked grin finally vanished, replaced by an immense sense of relief. He secretly wiped away nonexistent sweat in his mind. Phew... I finally talked and scared her into falling for it.
Does this count as luring Robin onto my side?
Hmm... Looks like getting Sunday into the Train Crew can finally be put on the agenda too.
At that thought, Mo Wang's smile became even more terrifying.
Watching Mo Wang's wicked grin, Robin suddenly had the illusion that she had boarded a pirate ship... Though it seemed that was not an illusion at all!
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