"Take off your clothes, lie on the bed, and spread your legs!" instructed the doctor in a white lab coat.
On the blue surgical sheet, the slender and beautiful woman closed her eyes in humiliation. Her long eyelashes, like thin and light butterfly wings, were stunningly beautiful even when still. Her delicate red lips were slightly pursed, with a hint of sadness at the corners.
The bitter taste filled her chest as Snow Martin, at the age of seventeen, obediently followed the doctors orders, numbly removing her clothes and lying on the surgical sheet, waiting for the doctors examination.
Snow seemed to feel the middle-aged female doctors eyes filled with sarcasm; she must have thought she was a girl who loved vanity.
This was the first time Snow had undressed in front of others.
The sunlight strongly penetrated the gauze curtains of the examination room, so bright that it was hard to open ones eyes. But her heart was in darkness because she had accepted a job that society despised鈥攂eing a surrogate mother.
She was only seventeen.
The doctor examined her lower body, and then Snow heard her say coldly, "Alright, put your clothes on!"
Snow began to dress, letting out a long sigh of relief. This hurdle was finally over. After passing this, she could receive half of the money.
She had a clean face with black hair cascading down her back, and a large T-shirt covering her thin shoulders. Her timid appearance looked frail and helpless.
A man in a suit was waiting at the door. Seeing Snow being escorted out by the doctor, he glanced at her and asked in a low voice, "Dr. Lee, how was the examination?"
"Mr. Mao can rest assured, shes a virgin and has no gynecological diseases!" Dr. Lee spoke without any hesitation, speaking bluntly.
Snows face turned red instantly, not daring to look at the man in front of her. She only knew that he was the agent of the person who wanted her to be a pregnant mother. As for what that person looked like, whether tall, short, fat, or thin, she had no idea. She only knew that the person had offered five million to find a surrogate. Without a doubt, it was a mysterious figure.
"Miss Martin, lets go!" After exchanging a few words with Dr. Lee, Victor Mao took Snow to a car, and the car entered a villa in Blue Ridge Mountain.
"Miss Martin, from today until you are pregnant, to ensure the purity of the child, your employer has instructed that you cannot leave the villa, not even a step, until after conception. After you become pregnant, the employer will give you a considerable sum of money. Miss Martin, you dont have to worry about your brothers condition; that money will be transferred today."
Snow let out a breath, "If I dont go out, can I make phone calls?"
"Of course!" Victor Mao said with a gentle demeanor. "Miss Martin, we are not restricting your freedom, but the employer has paid such a high price. Naturally, you must be responsible for him, right?"
"Okay," Snows small hands intertwined nervously.
"Miss Martin, there are clothes and all daily necessities in the room upstairs. Every day, I will come to deliver food. Miss Martin, the lawyer has taken care of all the paperwork, and all you need to do is sign."
"Oh!" Snow was taken aback. For her brother, she signed.
As her pen touched the paper, Snows heart was also in turmoil. She didnt know where the future was, and by signing, she felt like she was ruining her life. But there was no other way! Her brother was waiting for surgery fees, and with tears, she signed and handed the paper to Victor Mao. "Mr. Mao, so, is he coming tonight?"
"Yes, he will come tonight."
"Miss Martin, I will go back now. This is the contract. Keep your copy safe!" Victor Mao turned and left the villa.
The large villa was left with only Snow. She was anxiously waiting for the night to come; she was about to sell herself, no, she had already sold herself.
Suddenly, she was a bit nervous, wondering what kind of person the employer would be.
Opening the door to the bedroom on the second floor, she was immediately stunned by the interior. The simple design, black and white decorations, were grand and solemn. Even the bedsheet was white, so clean that it made one feel guilty. Snow thought, does that person have a cleanliness obsession?
The white combination of womens furniture seemed to be prepared for her. A large double bed and a bedside table, opening the cabinet, all brand new clothes inside, all of which she had never seen before, but it was clear they were famous brands.
She was not interested in that; she just wanted to end this contract quickly and return to school to continue her studies. After taking a shower and changing clothes, she waited for the arrival of her benefactor.
At ten oclock in the evening, a black Bentley without a license plate appeared in the villas courtyard.
Snows heart immediately started to beat nervously, hes here, that person is here!
She took a deep breath and stood at the entrance of the downstairs hall. The sound of leather shoes tapping on the marble floor grew closer and closer, pausing at the door for a moment, and then step by step, approaching her. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall figure appeared, with shiny leather shoes and straight trousers. Looking up further, the man had a slim and well-proportioned figure, not fat at all, but his face was wearing a fox mask commonly used at masquerade balls.
Snows heart pounded, and she felt a wave of dizziness, almost unable to stand firm.
The mans sharp gaze swept over Snows anxious little face and spoke. "Your name is Snow Martin?"