Chapter 1

“I know, Mom. I’m in front of the café. Call you later!”

Emmanuel Lowe hung up on his mother impatiently.

The twenty-eight-year-old man had never been in a relationship.

After spending seven years in the army, he retired from the military and worked at a hospital in Yeringham for three years.

He was a gynecologist at the hospital and madeeighty thousand a year.

Worried he would end up old and alone, Emmanuel’s mother urged him to settle down. Since he had no idea where to begin when it came to dating, his mother took matters into her own hands and set him up on multiple blind dates.

Thanks to her efforts, he had gone on seventeen blind dates so far.

Alas, wedding bells were clearly not on the horizon for Emmanuel. It was frustrating. He knew he was just going through the motions at that point.

“Help! Someone help me!”

Right before Emmanuel entered the café, he heard someone calling out weakly for help. you for your kindness!” replied the old man with a smile.

Emmanuel realized then that the old man’s attire was at odds with his airs. Despite his tattered clothes, the old man’s clean hands looked like those of a man accustomed to wealth.

Still, he had no time to satisfy his curiosity. After confirming that the old man was unharmed,

Emmanuel rushed into the café for his blind date. He never once considered being repaid for his kind act earlier.

The café was massive and practically structured like a maze.

Emmanuel’s mother mentioned that his blind date was seated at table number eight. He wandered through the confusing café, but before he could locate the correct table, he stumbled into a special area.

The lighting was softer there, and the floor was scattered with fresh petals.

The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air. He wondered if he had set foot in heaven.

Emmanuel raised his eyes and immediately froze.

A beautiful, elegant woman sat before a table in the room.

It was no exaggeration to say she embodied perfection itself.

The heavens clearly decided to shower all their favors on her.

The woman quietly sipped her coffee with her legs crossed neatly to the side. On the table was a non-translated copy of The Power Broker.

When she noticed Emmanuel barging into the room, she looked up at him in confusion and disgust.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

When Emmanuel recovered from the shock of stumbling upon the beautiful stranger, he realized his heart was about to beat its way out of his chest.

Never once had he ever felt so attracted to a woman in his twenty-eight years of life.

The countless female bodies he had seen in his work as a gynecologist hardly appealed to him. At some point, he even wondered if he was attracted to women at all.

young woman before him made

am I

large number eight sign

She’s my blind date?

calm himself before approaching her

woman’s expression grew increasingly flabbergasted. There was

this man! Barging into my private room is bad enough, but

Emmanuel noticed a large number eight sign on

She’s my blind date?

calm himself before approaching

increasingly flabbergasted. There was even

privateroom is bad enough, but he’s going to sit

her expression. It was not the first time a woman had scoffed

were free to go their separate ways after getting the

declaring, “Hi! My name

Lowe. I’m twenty-eight years old, and I work as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year and don’t own a car or

courage to say such things

A moment later, her lips curved

I’m twenty-seven years old

I made three billion last year, and I

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

always thought women on blind dates came

however, was

catch? Perhaps she’s mental?

fantastical theories

at his perplexed expression. The pride in her cool gaze was

deliberately introduced herself to put the stranger in a difficult spot and intimidate him into

silence lingered in the

Urgh, forget it!

go through all the motions so he could at least mollify his mother, even if the date did not result in a trip to the

if you decide to date me, I promise I’ll always protect and cherish you. I’ll take over all the household chores so you can be a queen at home. Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to preserve my masculine pride in front of my family. If

well-worn script that Emmanuel

expression and apparent lack of shame at his much

into a chuckle. She

are you laughing about?” Unimpressed by her reaction, Emmanuel continued, “I know I don’t check all the boxes, but I promise I’ll be a good and

snigger. An annoyed Emmanuel demanded, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen? Don’t you think you’re being

retorted coldly, “But I think you’re

is going

in horror as he

this table number

number eight in the common dining

I’m so sorry!

embarrassment. He jumped to his feet, ready to make a

embarrassing! How could I sit at the wrong table for a blind date? No wonder she was laughing so much.

shooting above my weight!

Emmanuel’s departure,

private room, escorted by

black-clad bodyguards.

been astonished if

was none other than the

had helped earlier in front of the

this is

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