A will, a contract, to deliver her to his bed. Yet, she treated him as a male PR employee of a unique occupation, leaving him with a silent fee before leaving. The next time they met, he was the most respected man in the empire. He held the power over her life and death. As an Eighteen Threads practitioner, she had a defensive magic treasure in her possession. She sneered, "My son is mine!" "You stole my heart, raised my child, and you still want to run?" "You won't take care of your children, and you will also hinder my career's development. What use do you have?!" "Her face was filled with disdain." "I have a lot of uses, I can prove it to you right away!"