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.

can’t wait any longer…

wish by the

how things were going,

to step in to persuade her

“Mom! Stop forcing it!”

right. There’s nothing wrong

house. However,

of his

about his wife, then? Why

be sending her own money back

her parents?

younger

with a cocky grin

forget about me, Milani! When it’s

I’d be counting on you guys to

car and house

that, Emmanuel instantly

rage.

the f*ck! Am I marrying your sister

I may as well support all

had only meant that as

Candy Crush Saga

Riches

to hold him

better remember what you

you to plan

and honeymoon. Don’t tell me

can’t afford that…”

marry a pig than a woman

Emmanuel retorted as the

on the battlefield came

back.

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the Zimmermans were playing

was no doubt

just an

rather marry a boar than you!”

snapped back.

I have no problem marrying a

why should I settle for a pauper

happy

out with me!

giving an exasperated

off, leaving

choice but

surprise, they had only just stepped out

three luxury

in front of

quickly popped out to

and almost dropped their jaws

saw the car lineup.

cars are worth tens

when were the Lowes

on the other contrary, seemed to

the cars. Hmm… Didn’t I see that car

café?

stepped out of

by his convoy of

he approached Emmanuel and

here to return the favor, Mr. Lowe,

outside the

say, everyone was

couldn’t hide her

brother’s arm tightly.

this like those rags-to-riches

thought about it, the

this old

he have intentionally

café?

waved his hand, and within

unloaded several boxes

precious

also famous paintings, antiques,

a Porsche key.

of the items had to

million.

who earned a mere eighty thousand

was an

could only dream

the scene, the

almost collapsed in shock.

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