All his unreasonable demands were deliberate; of course he knew she couldn't produce that much food in a year. He just wanted to fight for an opportunity for himself.
An opportunity to become Ophelia's mate.
Ophelia's pupils shrank slightly. She stared at Klein's face—one capable of captivating any female—trying to find a flaw in his expression.
Become his mate?
She didn't believe that a Mine Master, the White Tiger King, would actually like a small female like her who had already been mated and had her bond broken. Their statuses simply didn't match.
She quickly figured it out. "You want to tie me to your side forever by becoming mates."
Ophelia's voice was light but carried a hint of coldness. "Thinking you can obtain an endless supply of food this way... what a brilliant scheme. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. This food really was given to me by a friend. Even if you kill me, I still won't be able to produce 3,500 pounds of food in a year!"
