So.. even without Dirga explaining, Cleo already knew that Harry was a very busy man. She had read almost all the news about him on the internet.

From there, Cleo could imagine how busy the man they were talking about, although of course, she didn't know that well.

Anyways, Cleo didn't care whoever came to see her. As long as that person could negotiate with her, so whoever he was, it doesn't matter.

"What do you want to talk about?" Cleo asked with an uneasy feeling, which she hid behind her serious face.

"This is about your offer in several days ago,"

Cleo paused for a moment, then she said.

"Is this about a contract marriage?" she guessed it.

"Yes. You are right. Mr Harry has considered your offer, and he is willing to accept the contract with certain conditions,"

Cleo flinched for a moment. She did not expect that Harry would immediately approve her offer.

Even though it took a long time, because a week had passed since she gave the offer to him, Cleo still thought that it was a little difficult for her to believe this news.

Because once she knew who Harry Miles Theodore was, even Cleo never dared to bet or believed that the man would choose herself as his contract woman.

For a man at Harry calibre, it would not be difficult for him to find not one girl, but even several women for him to be his contract wife.

And even if those women would not get paid, Cleo was sure that there would still be many women who queued to get that man in their life.

Now that man chose herself with a certain condition?

"What is the requirement?" Cleo asked.

She didn't like being pedantic. After all, Dirga also seemed to be very busy and didn't have much time to talk to her longer. Since it was for mutual benefit, it was better to get to the point.

Cleo could only hope that the requirements would not be as difficult as she imagined.

Before answering Cleo's question, Dirga took out a sheet of paper, and then he handed the paper to Cleo.

Meanwhile, Cleo who suddenly got a piece of paper just like that, of course, she immediately looked confused as soon as she received and read it.

"This is the hospital's address and room number of Mrs Sofia, she is staying there," Dirga exclaimed. He only ambiguously explained about the address on his paper.

That certainly didn't reduce any wrinkles on Cleo's forehead. On the contrary, Cleo frowned even more as a sign of not understanding Dirga.

What was the relationship between this hospital address and the requirements for contract marriage?

Then, who was Mrs Sofia?

There were so many questions that Cleo wanted to ask, but she didn't even try to voice it.

Because Dirga saw the confusion in Cleo's face, Dirga continued his words.

"She is Mr Harry's grandmother."

"Oh," Cleo said without any other response.

"Then?" She continued talking.

"Please, you meet her and claim that you are Mr Harry's girlfriend. If you succeed in making her believe in you and approve of you, then you will automatically be in a contract agreement with Mr Harry."

"I would immediately draw up the letter agreement between you and my boss. Regarding whatever reward that you asked, Mr Harry would fulfil it as much as possible. "

Cleo began to understand the meaning of Dirga's words. If she wanted to make this marriage work, of course, there must be at least one person in the family who agreed to this marriage, even if it was a contract marriage.

And obviously, Harry's reason for looking for a partner who wanted to marry him was because of family pressure, so for sure, the man put forward a requirement like this to her.

It was just that, would it be easy to make Harry's grandmother believe in her?

They had only met a few times.

And Cleo didn't know too much about that man, other than what she had read on the news several days ago.

Then would she be able to make Harry's grandmother believe that she was her grandson's lover?

After all, why did she have to earn that trust? Could it be that this man had brought several women to introduce to his grandmother, but she didn't believe him?

Then why did she have to come there alone? Wouldn't it be easier if they went to see their grandmother, the two of them? Together?

Cleo let out a long sigh. Because it was not an easy requirement for her. After drinking several times, Cleo hesitatingly looked back at Dirga.

"May I know about Madame Sofia? What is her current illness?" Cleo carefully asked.

She didn't mean to find out too much about Harry's family matters, but at least she should know a little about what illness the person, who she would visit next time, suffered from.

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