When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Although the next ones all had goddess-like curves and features, they still felt mediocre as none of them stood out particularly to me.

After all, K City was an urban jungle with sky-high property prices. Hence, it wasn’t rare to see streets flooded with men and women who looked like stunning creatures.

“What do you think?” Bryson’s voice picked up pace.

This felt like I had just been asked an awkward question on a live talk show. I flashed a thin-lipped smile before treading cautiously around the topic. “I’m curious as to why you’re showing me these women, Mr. Queen.”

Bryson’s eyes widened slightly but regained composure as he explained, “It’s nothing important, but a friend of mine is looking to find a wife. And you know… a tough guy like me wouldn’t know what to look for in a woman. Plus, I don’t have many friends in K City, so I thought I’d ask you.”

His explanation made sense. However, his pursed-lip and pin-straight posture gave his intentions away.

Why would anyone take it upon themselves to wife-hunt on behalf of their friend? That “friend” is most likely referring to himself.

Back when we were dealing with Bryson’s case, I got a glimpse of his personal information. He was maybe seven or eight years older than Ashton and has illegitimate children with two of his mistresses.

be divided between him and his wife should they decide on a divorce. Hence, it wasn’t difficult

attractive man since he possessed boring and ordinary features. It was painstakingly obvious that his mistresses were only after his wealth, so

comment on this since it was his private life. All I could do was offer a piece of advice, “Truthfully,

his face darkened to a stone-grey as his fingers tapped on the table. “I see… Never mind then, I suppose it’s not meant to be.

his soured reaction, there must be someone he likes among these women that I

back my words as quickly as I said them. “Actually, all that matters when starting a relationship is how two people feel for each other and whether they get along well. So please don’t take my

me. I really can’t explain how grateful I am for your help, so please accept my humble thanks. I’ll buy you a meal some other day to express my gratitude. Anyways, you seem busy, so I’ll leave you to

up and dashed out the door. I could almost picture him with a bushy tail tucked between

after seeing tough-old-Bryson scamper off like

…

her school ended and told the chauffeur to head

rows of maids greeted us upon