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Antonio, though younger than Aman, harbored an earnest and unwavering desire to earn his approval as a son-in-law.

In his bid to impress the ideal candidate, he leaned in, speaking in a hushed, attentive tone. “Mr. Aman, rest assured, Julia holds you in high regard and has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. She may seem a bit reserved due to her youth and shyness. If there are any lapses in etiquette later, please don’t take it to heart, Mr. Ramovich.”

Aman nodded, a smile playing at his lips. “Being over thirty years her senior, I find myself naturally more forgiving and understanding.”

Antonio’s face lit up with delight. “Excellent! Excellent! Mr. Ramovich, please, let’s continue our conversation within the estate.”

With a nod of agreement, Aman followed Antonio through the manor’s gates, casting an appraising eye over the Zano family property. “Antonio, your Zano estate seems a touch small. Is it not within the Long Island expanse?”

Antonio, a touch sheepish, responded, “Mr. Ramovich, I’m currently in the process of procuring a new property, though I’m still in the search phase. The prime locations on Long Island command exorbitant prices, tens, even hundreds of millions. Our family has had substantial expenditures recently, so summoning such funds all at once is quite the feat.”

Aman nodded thoughtfully. “Residing in Long Island’s heart isn’t particularly costly. Just days ago, I tasked my staff with securing a manor. It’s nestled in the very best part of Long Island, adjacent to the renowned Feijia Manor. It’s for my upcoming nuptials. Should you ever fancy it, you’re welcome to stay.”

Antonio beamed. “Thank you, Mr. Ramovich!”

Meanwhile, Jagoan, having entered ahead of them, observed Aman from a distance. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Casting a glance at Julia, he shook his head, privately musing on how Aman’s stature far outshone her.

However, he couldn’t help but think that Aman was having a run of bad luck, aiming for a wife twice and crossing paths with him both times.

Seeing Jagoan unflinching, Julia, irate, admonished, “Don’t you have any fear? If my father takes offense, he might have dealt with you!”

But I must admit, I’m quite tempted

“Who are you? Are you affiliated with

from China,

father utters a command, his men will seize you. He can have you shot, and he’ll bear no consequences. I’m not exaggerating. There’s a monthly toll in his hands. If you value your life, should things come to blows, kneel and beg for mercy, implore his forgiveness. If

grinned. “You’re taking on too much, aren’t you? What about yourself? Do you have time to put in a

your father has invited Aman, turning this into quite the intriguing game indeed.

gaped at Jagoan, astonishment etched across her features. “How did you

searching for a wife everywhere. Is it possible your

her response hesitant. “These are matters you needn’t concern yourself with. Consider how you’ll

an hour, your father will

life-and-death struggle. She no longer had the patience for persuasive words and switched to a colder tone. “I’ve said what needed to be said. If you’re set on your

daughter, was oblivious to Jagoan. Aman, too, was

Julia, urging, “Julia,

“I’m not acquainted with Mr. Ramovich and I’d like

fierce glare, then pivoted to Aman. “I apologize, Mr. Ramovich. Julia’s

smile, addressed Julia’s youthful charm. “No need for

breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly implored Julia, “See, Miss Julia? Mr. Ramovich is quite understanding. Extend

frowned, inquiring, “Why should I thank