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Chapter 1

    Chapter 1


    “I know, Mom. I’m in front of the café. Call youter!”


    Emmanuel Lowe hung up on his mother impatiently.


    The twenty-eight-year-old man had never been in a rtionship.


    After spending seven years in the army, he retired from the military and worked at a hospital in


    Yeringham for three years.


    He was a gynecologist at the hospital and made eighty thousand a year.


    Worried he would end up old and alone, Emmanuel’s mother urged him to settle down. Since he had


    no idea where to begin when it came to dating, his mother took matters into her own hands and set him


    up on multiple blind dates.


    Thanks to her efforts, he had gone on seventeen blind dates so far.


    s, wedding bells were clearly not on the horizon for Emmanuel. It was frustrating. He knew he was


    just going through the motions at that point.


    “Help! Someone help me!”


    Right before Emmanuel entered the café, he heard someone calling out weakly for help you for your


    kindness!” replied the old man with a smile.


    Emmanuel realized then that the old man’s attire was at odds with his airs. Despite his tattered clothes,


    the old man’s clean hands looked like those of a man ustomed to wealth.


    Still, he had no time to satisfy his curiosity. After confirming that the old man was unharmed,


    Emmanuel rushed into the café for his blind date. He never once considered being repaid for his kind


    act earlier.


    The café was massive and practically structured like a maze.


    Emmanuel’s mother mentioned that his blind date was seated at table number eight. He wandered


    through


    the confusing café, but before he could locate the


    correct table, he stumbled into a special area.


    The lighting was softer there, and the floor was


    scattered with fresh petals.


    The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air. He


    wondered if he had set foot in heaven.


    Emmanuel raised his eyes and immediately froze.


    A beautiful, elegant woman sat before a table in the


    room.


    It was no exaggeration to say she embodied


    perfection itself.


    The heavens clearly decided to shower all their favors


    on her.


    The woman quietly sipped her coffee with her legs


    crossed neatly to the side. On the table was a


    non-tranted copy of The Power Broker.


    When she noticed Emmanuel barging into the room,


    she looked up at him in confusion and disgust.


    Thump! Thump! Thump!


    When Emmanuel recovered from the shock of


    stumbling upon the beautiful stranger, he realized his


    heart was about to beat its way out of his chest.


    Never once had he ever felt so attracted to a woman


    in his twenty-eight years of life.


    The countless female bodies he had seen in his work


    as a gynecologist hardly appealed to him. At some


    point, he even wondered if he was attracted to women


    at all.


    Against all odds, it seemed, the young woman before


    him made his heart race like a runaway horse.


    Am I simply nervous, or am I already attracted to her?


    More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed arge number


    eight sign on the woman’s table.


    She’s my blind date?


    He took a deep breath to calm himself before


    approaching her table and taking a seat opposite her.


    The young woman’s expression grew increasingly


    bbergasted. There was even a hint of hostility in her


    pretty eyes.


    The audacity of this man! Barging into my private


    room is bad enough, but he’s going to sit opposite me


    like it’s nobody’s business?


    More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed arge number


    eight sign on the woman’s table.


    She’s my blind date?


    He took a deep breath to calm himself before


    approaching her table and taking a seat opposite her.


    The young woman’s expression grew increasingly


    bbergasted. There was even a hint of hostility in her


    pretty eyes.


    The audacity of this man! Barging into my private


    room is bad enough, but he’s going to sit opposite me


    like it’s nobody’s business?


    Emmanuel ignored her expression. It was not the first


    time a woman had scoffed at him.


    They were free to go their separate ways after getting


    the blind date done and over with.


    He introduced himself, dering, “Hi! My name is


    Emmanuel Lowe. I’m twenty-eight years old, and I work


    as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year and


    don’t own a car or a house.”


    Any man would need an incredible amount of courage


    to say such things to a woman, but Emmanuel


    appeared unusually calm and unfazed.


    The young woman stared at him in shock. A moment


    an introduction of her own.


    “Nice to meet you. I’m Mackenzie Quillen. I’m


    twenty-seven years old with dual doctorates in


    finance and business administration from Harvard


    University. I made three billionst year, and I have a


    car and a house.”


    Emmanuel was stunned.


    What the heck is happening?


    He always thought women on blind dates came with


    red gs.


    Mackenzie, however, was arguably wless.


    Where’s the catch? Perhaps she’s mental? Or crippled?


    Or infertile?


    All sorts of fantastical theories filled Emmanuel’s mind.


    Mackenzie smirked at his perplexed expression. The


    pride in her cool gaze was evident.


    She deliberately introduced herself to put the stranger


    in a difficult spot and intimidate him into retreating.


    As expected, awkward silence lingered in the air after


    her words.


    Urgh, forget it!


    Whether Mackenzie was telling the truth was beside


    the point. Emmanuel decided to go through all the


    motions so he could at least mollify his mother, even if


    the date did not result in a trip to the altar.


    He dered, “I don’t make much, but if you decide to


    date me, I promise I’ll always protect and cherish you.


    I’ll take over all the household chores so you can be a


    queen at home. Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to


    preserve my masculine pride in front of my family. If we


    do get married, I can give you about five to six


    thousand every month.”


    It was a well-worn script that Emmanuel recited in a


    single breath.


    Mackenzie was dumbfounded at his earnest


    expression and apparentck of shame at his much


    lower sry.


    A long whileter, she burst into a chuckle.


    She had never met a man who could humor her so.


    “What are youughing about?” Unimpressed by her


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    reaction, Emmanuel continued, “I know I don’t check all


    the boxes, but I promise I’ll be a good and responsible


    husband if we’re married!”


    Mackenzie failed to keep in her snigger.


    An annoyed Emmanuel demanded, “Why are you


    rather rude?”


    “Sir, you’re a very good man!” Mackenzie stopped


    smiling and retorted coldly, “But I think you’re the


    confused one here. I’m not here for a blind date!”


    Huh? What is going on?


    Emmanuel’s eyes widened in horror as he sputtered,


    “Isn’t this table number eight?”


    “Yes, but this is the VIP area. You must be looking for


    table number eight in themon dining area. Please


    go out and turn right!” She pointed a slender finger at


    the exit.


    “I… Sorry! I’m so sorry! I mixed things up!”


    Emmanuel wished he could sink into the floor in


    embarrassment. He jumped to his feet, ready to make


    a hasty escape.


    That was so embarrassing! How could I sit at the


    wrong table for a blind date? No wonder she was


    shooting above my weight!


    Shortly after Emmanuel’s departure, an old man


    entered Mackenzie’s private room, escorted by four


    ck-d bodyguards.


    Emmanuel would have been astonished if he was still


    around. The old man was none other than the stranger


    he had helped earlier in front of the café!


    He implored, “Perhaps this is fate, Mackenzie. You’re


    twenty-seven, but you’ve never been in a rtionship


    because of your misandry. No man would daree


    near you! But that young man seeded! He’s also a


    kind and just person. A while ago, he helped me


    outside the café and didn’t expect a reward for his


    actions!”


    The old man’s true identity was Terence Quillen,


    chairman of Yeringham’s premier financial


    corporation.


    While his wealth could trump that of entire nations, he


    had a major regret in life.


    Terence had had three sons who tragically passed


    away before him. They either had no children of their


    own or only left daughters behind.


    Mackenzie was Terence’s favorite granddaughter and


    next-in-line to helm Terence Group.


    Her intelligence and charisma did not change the fact.


    that she was a woman.


    Before Terence met his maker, he wished his favorite


    granddaughter could give him a great-grandchild.


    That spurred him to fake his fall in front of the café and


    scout a decent man for his granddaughter. To his


    surprise, the young man who helped him earlier made


    a blunder of his own blind date and ended up meeting


    Mackenzie instead.


    Mackenzie remained stoically unmoved by her


    grandfather’s words. “Grandpa, he may have passed


    your test, but he hasn’t passed mine. I’ll marry him if he


    aces my test.”


    She wanted to fulfill her grandfather’s wish, but she


    naturally wished to promise herself to a good man.


    Marrying a man after one blind date was simply too


    hasty and careless.


    Terence’s gaze lit up expectantly, and he replied, “All


    right! I’m sure he will pass your test!”
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