As Tobias' hand brushed against her gown, capturing one of her breasts, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Despite her efforts to contain herself, her eyes involuntarily closed in response to the warm pleasure his touch invoked. She regained her focus when he withdrew his hand. Tobias stepped back, though his gaze remained stormy as he stared at her. "I almost forgot what you said a few years ago – you insisted I must pay you for any physical contact," he reminded her coolly, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. Minah's brows knitted together as she watched him pull out several purple bills and toss them carelessly in her direction. Her eyes widened at the sight of six crisp hundred-peso notes. Feeling a surge of indignation, humiliation, and anger, her jaw dropped. "I am not a prostitute!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with fury. Tobias' expression darkened. "In your current state, you're far worse than a common whore, Damara," he spat, clearly unhappy with her.
