Greg felt a little like laughing at the rare look of confusion on Catherine's face, but he had no intention of dragging this out any longer.
He tapped the desk and prompted her:
"Well? Miss Catherine, if you agree to this condition, we can sign the Confidentiality Contract right now. You can draw up the terms. As long as they include the promise of assistance for Victoria I just mentioned and a penalty for breach of contract, I'm happy to cooperate."
His voice brought Catherine back to her senses, and her gaze settled on Greg's face again, filled with conflicting emotions.
Her exquisite heart talent told her clearly that Greg was not lying.
He was serious. He really intended to trade that exorbitant demand for a promise that would benefit Victoria.
Such behavior, defying all business logic, left Catherine deeply unsettled. She even felt... a faint sense of defeat.
Still, whatever his reasons, Greg's revised condition clearly cost her less, carried a more manageable risk, and achieved the same degree of confidentiality.
She had no reason to reject a condition that benefited her more, even if its motivation was utterly beyond her understanding.
"...Mm."
Catherine fell silent for a few seconds before finally nodding slowly, a trace of lingering bewilderment in her voice:
"All right. I accept the revision."
She needed some time to digest this and reassess it.
But her instincts as a negotiator told her to secure the deal in front of her first.
"Then let's draw up the contract now."
From the leather document case she carried with her, Catherine took out a blank parchment contract scroll shimmering with a faint magical glow, along with a special pen for writing contracts.
Her movements remained graceful and practiced, but they lacked the absolute composure she had possessed earlier,