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Their unanimous argument was that the entertainment industry was a den of vice that had corrupted a pure, innocent girl like me. I needed to be settled down with a good man immediately.
Ha. What a fresh and original excuse.
But honestly, I wasn’t that opposed to it.
The trope in novels where a rich heir runs away from their family to pursue “true love,” abandoning their responsibilities, could only be written by an author who’d suffered a severe head injury.
Seriously, who would give up their family’s money, their future partner’s family’s money, and the even greater fortune created by the merger of two families, all for love?
I had my family schedule all four potential candidates at the same café, on the same afternoon, at different
times.
An assembly line of suitors. Much more efficient.
Luke, a fair–skinned, cheerful puppy–dog type who blushed easily?
Nice. You get to stay. Here’s a scented pouch as a token of my favor.
Julian, a quiet, sophisticated man with high emotional intelligence and beautiful hands?
Hehehe. You can stay too.
Jasper, a humorous, proud husky–like guy with dimples?
Stay, stay, stay!
Was it really impossible to have them all? I could have a proper husband, a beautiful concubine, and a hand-
some lover on the side!
The sun dipped low, and the evening glow cut a bright swath across the corner of the table. The Panama Geisha coffee beside me was getting cold.
Tsk. Suitor number four was late.
If he didn’t show up soon, I was kicking him out of my royal harem.
With nothing better to do, I pulled out my phone to vent my frustrations on Andrew. After all, he was partly to blame for the premature end of my blissful single life.
[Your brain must have been kicked by a donkey one too many times.]
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Chapter 3
Why would you run your mouth about being naked?
And now I’m being dragged home for an arranged marriage meeting
[My empire! My grand ambitional I haven’t even had a chance to throw a strip party at my place yet!
Is my life really ending up in a grave this quickly?!
Ugh, this fourth guy is so late.]
I have a bad feeling A man with no sense of time is probably some rich, generous, but bald troll]
[That’s it, I have to go wild tonight
I’m keeping that million and a half. Consider it your contribution to my city’s nightlife industry]
[Not that I was ever planning to give it back)
[Big chests, deep abs, V–lines… I don’t care what they look like, I’m booking them all tonight! This is gonna be
(Oh god, he’s here. I can hear his footsteps. They sound so greasy!
The door was pushed open by a waiter.
The heavy scent of sandalwood from the hallway drifted in, mixed with a hint of cold air.
I turned my head. A pair of impossibly long legs were encased in perfectly tailored trousers, topped with a high–quality black leather jacket.
He raised a hand and waggled his phone at me. The blue sapphires set into the bezel of his six–figure sports
watch glittered in the light.
Young, handsome, and obscenely wealthy.
He glanced, half–jokingly, at the screen full of my frantic messages.
His voice was a lazy, gentle drawl.
Using my money to go have some ‘fun‘?”
He leaned in.
“Why not bring me, your fiancé, along? We could have even more fun together.”
…What?!
