Chapter 3

In any relationship, the party taking the initiative was

often seen as more lowly and desperate.

Therefore, upon seeing Emmanuel and his family at

her house, Milani Zimmerman wore an even haughtier

expression than when she was at the café.

Ha! I knew this loser wouldn’t be able to get over my

looks, so he’s come to badger me again!

Milani’s mother, Melody Claus, was just as smug when

she learned of the Lowe family’s intention.

“If your son wishes to marry my daughter, you’ll have

to give us a betrothal gift of five hundred thousand,”

she said as she raised her palm. “We won’t accept

anything less!”

Emmanuel’s heart instantly sank.

Oh, my goodness! Five hundred thousand? Is she

trying to sell her daughter?

Alessandra, however, gritted her teeth and nodded.

“T-That’s fine!”

As long as my son can get married, I’ll do anything to

make up for the betrothal gift, even if it means selling

the house!

how would she pay for the couple’s car and home?

“Sure. That’s no problem!” Roselynn piped up, even

going so far as to pull her brother back when she

realized he wanted to object.

She was just as eager for Emmanuel to start a family,

and at thirty years old, she had worked and saved up

enough to make the necessary down payments for

him.

Since Mom is settling the betrothal gift, I shall help

Emmanuel with the car and home!

“Lastly, he will bear all household expenses after the

wedding!” Milani suddenly said.

That, however, was the last straw for Emmanuel. “Are

you guys marrying off your daughter or selling her? I

don’t mind paying this much if she’s coming to work for

us as a housekeeper, but if she expects to be treated

like a princess or queen, you can forget it! I don’t need

that!”

“Look at your son! What’s with that attitude?” Milani

yelled. “We aren’t even married yet, and he’s already so

domineering. Wouldn’t it be worse down the road?”

“No, no, no… The marriage will work out. It’d work out

just fine!” Alessandra pleaded, desperate to finalize the

wedding.

wait any longer… I must fulfill

by the end of

things were going, even

to step

“Mom! Stop forcing it!”

There’s nothing wrong with

and house.

supporter of his

his wife,

she be sending her

her parents?

then, Milani’s younger brother, Jacob

a cocky grin plastered on

Don’t forget about

be

my car and house

Emmanuel instantly

rage.

the f*ck! Am I marrying your sister or your

well

Emmanuel had only

Candy Crush Saga

Riches

decided to hold him

better remember what

to plan and

banquet and honeymoon. Don’t tell me

can’t afford that…”

I’d rather marry a

Emmanuel retorted as the

experience on

back.

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know what the Zimmermans were

was no doubt

You’re just an uncultured brute

rather marry a boar

snapped back.

have no problem

should I

happy

out with me!

giving an exasperated

stormed off, leaving

but to

had only just stepped out of

when three

front of

quickly popped out to

dropped

saw the car lineup.

Those cars are worth

Since when were the

the other contrary, seemed

the cars. Hmm… Didn’t I see

café?

stepped out of the

convoy of suited

smiled as he approached Emmanuel and

the

outside the

to say,

couldn’t hide her

brother’s arm tightly.

this like those

thought about it, the more

knew this old

Could he have

café?

hand,

several boxes of

precious stones

famous paintings, antiques,

a Porsche key.

items

million.

a

was an

Emmanuel could only dream

witnessing the scene, the Zimmerman

almost collapsed in shock.

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