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.

any longer… I must fulfill my

the end

seen how things were going,

step in to persuade

“Mom! Stop forcing it!”

There’s nothing wrong with giving

car, and house.

supporter of his

his wife,

be sending

her parents?

younger

appeared with a cocky grin plastered

Don’t forget about

to get married, I’d be counting

car and house

Emmanuel instantly exploded

rage.

the f*ck! Am I marrying your

may as well support all

had only meant that as

Candy Crush Saga

Riches

to hold

remember what you

you to

honeymoon.

can’t afford that…”

a pig than

Emmanuel retorted as the rage and

to experience on

back.

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the Zimmermans were

was no

You’re just an uncultured

a

snapped back.

I have no problem marrying

why should I settle

too happy that he

out with me!

exasperated laugh, Emmanuel

stormed off, leaving

but to

only

residence when three luxury

front

quickly popped

almost dropped

saw the car lineup.

Those cars are worth tens of

Since when were the Lowes

the other contrary, seemed to

Didn’t I see that car

café?

second, Terence stepped out of

his convoy

he approached Emmanuel

the favor,

me outside the

to say, everyone

couldn’t hide her excitement

brother’s arm tightly.

Isn’t this like those rags-to-riches

thought about it, the

this

he have intentionally fallen

café?

his hand, and

had unloaded several boxes of

were there precious stones and jewelry,

also famous paintings, antiques, and

a Porsche key.

the items had to be

million.

who earned a mere

million was an

Emmanuel could only dream

witnessing the scene,

almost collapsed in shock.

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