The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even as Eron continued drinking, he felt a rising foreboding sensation.

As if on cue, Donald suddenly beckoned at a servant to bring pen and paper. "Ah, I almost forgot— come on, Eron. Let's have our agreement put in writing, in case alcohol causes our conversation to slip your mind."

"In writing?" Eron exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes." Donald grinned. "Write here that you're willing to have your daughter marry me. My pledge for you in turn is to do my utmost in restoring you as head of the White family. How about that?" Eron was hesitant. "Is that... necessary?"

"Of course,” Donald was suddenly solemn despite his smile. "I am a man of my word, and verbal promises never count in my opinion. Don't you agree?"

Eron glanced between Donald's smile and Donald's bodyguards who stood around them, and he felt sweat trickling over his brow.

Still, after musing to himself for a while, he suddenly laughed and picked up the pen. "Well, since it's your principle, I shall certainly follow. It's good to have agreements in writing anyway..."

You'd know how important this is

signed it, Donald even had a servant bring them a stamp pad so they could place

White, pledge to arrange a marriage between my daughter Kim White

the head of his family with all my

broadly after scanning through it, while Eron breathed a small sigh of relief after reading

Eron! Let's keep the drinks coming. Drink

left on the table as they kept drinking until their faces were flushed crimson. But even as they were busy mumbling drunken gibberish to each other, there was a loud crash resounding from the