THE BILLIONAIRE IS INFATUATED WITH HIS EX-LOVER
Chapter 2: Agreement between Sara and her father

The alarm clock rang incessantly, and Sara woke up in a daze, puzzled as to why, for she never set an alarm before going to sleep. A life of reckless abandon, unconcerned with the money thing, surely didn't need worrying about time. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she inhaled deeply, appreciating the subtle scent of high-quality silk emanating from the familiar sheets, blankets, and pillows, prompting her to remark. "High-end hotel, so everything is upscale."

"Boom." The door closing startled Sara, wondering who had just left her room. She was alone, so why was someone here this early morning?

"Ah... ah... ah!" Looking at the naked body wrapped in a thick cotton blanket and a few drops of dark red blood, she silently remembered everything. The previous night, she sought refuge in a man's room to escape danger, ultimately... "Ah... ah... ah!" Sara couldn't contain her scream, echoing off the walls and reverberating throughout the vicinity. Though she lived a liberated life, indulging in revelry solely to provoke her father, she had never ventured into intimate relationships. The events of the night were truly beyond her control.

Burying her head in the pillow, Sara noticed a set of women's clothes prepared by someone next to a stack of money. She thought scornfully, "Does he think I'm a prostitute?" sneering, "That guy must be laughing at me now. If one day we meet again, I will definitely make his life worse than death."

Sara changed into their clothes and returned to her room, checking her phone to find fifteen missed calls from her father. The phone rang again, startling her-it was her authoritative father. Sara answered but felt far from pleased. "Hello..."

"Where have you been since last night? Why didn't you answer my calls?" His reproachful words only deepened her disappointment. It was always the same between them, like fire and water. While abroad, her father insisted on bodyguards or accompanying her; he would have someone secretly watch over her, a notion she deeply resented. Her escapade last night was an act of defiance, leading to unforeseen events...

"I was just about to call when you did. Is there something you need, or if not..." Sara was irritated, feeling her father didn't respect her privacy.

"Planning to turn off your phone, were you? Come home immediately; don't even think about running away." Mr. Roberts knew his stubborn daughter all too well, always ready to argue with him. Yet, there was one thing he couldn't comprehend: Why did so many people wish to live like her but couldn't, and she didn't know how to settle down and enjoy happiness?

Stepping out of the hotel, Henry was already waiting for her, honking the car horn to signal upon seeing Sara. She grumbled, "Fine, I'll go home; what's there to be scared of?"

Henry couldn't help but smile at Sara's sulky face as the car started moving.

"What's wrong? Who upset you this early in the morning?" Henry was still unaware of last night's events.

"You don't understand. That person and I are truly destined. If I could choose, I'd choose a different father," Sara said, shaking her head and complaining about her authoritative and strict father. They had never had a pleasant conversation since that man entered her life.

"Why think like that? After all, he is your father, who loves you the most. Just go home; maybe he's waiting for you to have breakfast together." Henry was always optimistic, and Sara often confided in him when she was unhappy. Unfortunately, she had left suddenly that year, leaving no chance for him, but now that she was back, everything could start anew.

"Really? You make it sound like you're narrating a romance novel," Sara shook her head, unable to believe what her close friend had just said. She knew her father all too well; returning this time felt like entering a prison, with him likely forcing her to stay indoors without stepping out.

The luxury car stopped before a magnificent, majestic villa as imposing as an ancient European castle. Her father was very interested in European culture, so the West heavily influenced the villa's architectural style and interior decor. Mr. Roberts was having breakfast when he saw his daughter enter, immediately signaling the butler to bring additional food and utensils. The elderly butler, who had been with the family since Sara's mother first joined as a bride, was well acquainted with the household preferences.

Knowing Sara disliked fried food in the morning but enjoyed broth-based dishes to warm her stomach, he served her pork noodle soup with plenty of chili sauce. Sara hadn't eaten anything since early, plus last night had wasted a lot of energy, his stomach was rumbling uncomfortably. She ate without paying attention to anyone.

"Why eat as if you've been starved? Eat slowly so you don't choke, girl, don't you think anything of it?" her father, sitting beside her, complained.

"In this house, I am the rightful owner; why should I care about the attitudes of others? On the contrary, they should be concerned with mine," Sara immediately objected. She never gave in to her father, not even a word.

"I'm reminding you to change. How can an inconsiderate girl ever get married?" Mr. Roberts also stood his ground, determined to argue his point.

"I have money; if I can't get married, I'll buy a husband."

"Even if something like that is conceivable, whoever is willing to sell his body to me must be because he has no other choice."

"Father..."

"Come now, young mistress, please don't argue with your father anymore. You've been abroad for so long and have just returned; everyone is happy. The master was only joking; don't take it to heart." Mrs. Laly, the housekeeper, now over fifty, had witnessed countless such arguments between father and daughter. In truth, if each could condescend a little, the home would be much cozy, but no one seemed able to do so.

When Sara finished her breakfast silently and was about to go to her room, Mr. Roberts stopped her.

"You've had your fun; starting tomorrow, come work at my company. Sooner or later, you'll be the heir, which won't happen if you know nothing about the business." Mr. Roberts had long been planning for his daughter's future, but Sara was still angry with him over her mother's death and refused all his arrangements.

"Why must I inherit the company?" Sara had never wanted to do anything related to her father. If possible, she wished they had never known each other.

"If you agree to this suggestion of mine, I won't interfere with your love life. In the future, you'll be free to love and marry whoever you wish." Mr. Roberts, feeling powerless, conceded a step to his stubborn daughter.

"You must keep your word if you say it." They shook hands in agreement; Sara was very determined because she believed if fate meant for two people to be together, they would surely meet again.