“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 made eighty 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.

Against all odds, it seemed, the young woman before

him made his heart race like a runaway horse.

Am I simply nervous, or am I already attracted to her?

More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large number

on

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath to calm

and taking

woman’s expression grew

was even a

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man! Barging into

enough, but he’s going to

like it’s nobody’s business?

surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed

sign on the

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath

and taking a seat opposite

woman’s expression

even a

pretty eyes.

man! Barging into

but he’s going to sit

like it’s nobody’s business?

her expression. It was

had scoffed

free to go their

blind date done and

declaring,

twenty-eight years old, and

make eighty thousand

own a car

need an incredible amount of

to a

unusually calm and

stared at him in shock.

into a smirk, and she replied

of her

to meet you. I’m Mackenzie Quillen.

with dual

and business

I made three billion last

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck

women on

red flags.

was

catch? Perhaps she’s mental?

Or infertile?

of fantastical theories

his

cool gaze was

introduced herself to

spot and intimidate him into

silence lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

was telling the

to go through all

he could at least mollify his mother, even

in

“I don’t make much, but if

I’ll

the household chores

home. Of course, I hope

my masculine pride in front of my family.

get married, I can give you

thousand every month.”

a well-worn script that

single breath.

dumbfounded

lack of shame at

lower salary.

later, she burst

met a man

are you laughing

continued, “I know I don’t

but I promise I’ll be a good

husband if we’re married!”

failed to keep in

annoyed Emmanuel demanded, “Why are

Don’t you

rather rude?”

very

retorted coldly, “But I think

not here for a

What is

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