Everyone was talking about La, who had started epting global applications for a husband.


    "It would be great if La Tate would marry into this family." Mr. Woods nced at his sons. Both his eldest and second eldest sons fell within the age requirements; apart from the fact that they did not own 1.5 billion dors, Mr. Woods was certain that his sons were eligible matches.


    "Haha. We don''t have 1.5 billion so they won''t pick us." Mrs. Woods had seen the news as well and had allowed herself to daydream about having La as her daughter-inw. It was a shthat they met none of the requirements apart from the age of their sons.


    "I thought about it and I think the Fosters made such harsh requirements because they intend to offer an enormous dowry to whoever marries their daughter," Mr. Woods said. "We might not have 1.5 billion, but maybe we can try to figure something out." "Are you going to take a loan or something? Can you even borrow that much?" Sam asked.


    "Are you interested, Sam?" Noah teased.


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    "You should try submitting your resume, too, Noah. You are brilliant, and if Miss Tate takes a liking to you, she might forget about all her other suitors," Sam said sheepishly.


    Noah retreated into his thoughts when he heard what his younger brother had to say.


    "Sam is right," Mr. Woods said. "You should both at least try. The boys in this family are just as brilliant as those billionaires. If La Tate falls in love with either one of you, our family will ascend into the upper echelons of society! Forget the Shaws, we don''t even need to bother with the Bets." "Alright. I willpile my information and submit an application," Noah said. "I did sresearch on La Tate earlier today, and she''s the president of Tate Industries now. She just got her postgraduate degree and already she took the reigns of thepany." "Do you really think that she''s the one running thepany? There are professional advisers in Tate Industries, and she will need to gain a few years of experience before she can be referred to the actual boss." Mr. Woods sneered. "Talented or not, she will soon have to marry, and once she does, all that she owns will belong to her husband." "Her father and older brother will be filtering her suitors." Noah suddenly lost his confidence. "Elliot Foster and Hayden Tate won''t be interested in our family." "Just try! These sorts of things have an odd way of working out. Did any of you expect the Bet girl to be interested in your younger brother?" Mr. Woods asked smugly. "I sent Mr. Bet a message during New Year''s a few days ago and he replied! He never replied to any of my messages before. This is all thanks to Lucas." Noah and Sam lowered their heads in silence.


    "I don''t see Lucas hanging out with the Bet girl, though!" Mrs. Woods said bitterly. "He just stays with his little servant at hall the time." "The Bet girl likes Lucas because he is wild. You women love rebels, don''t you?" Mr. Woods said "I''ll find a way to get Lucas into. Turlington University so that there will be more opportunities for him to interact with Kasey."  Furious, Mrs. Woods set her spoon lown and got up to leave. Before eaving the room, she said to her son, "Noah, remember to send the Fosters your information. If La ate picks you, you will be the pride of our family! That way, your dad Von''t be all smug about that brat!"  "Yes, Mom." After dinner, Noah returned to his room to edit his personal portfolio, and Mr. Woods and Sam were the only two left in the dining room.


    "Sam, send in your applicationter as well." "I''ve already done it, Father," Sam whispered. "Even if there''s the slimmest chance, I won''t let it slip by." "Very good. Amongst my three sons, I like you the most. Your older brother is too prideful and Lucas ispletely out of my control. You are the only one who''s brilliant, and most importantly, you are obedient. I''ve discussed this with the managers in my firm and they all think that it would be best for you to try working in different departments to gain more experience."  "Whatever you say, Father." "Very well! You will cto work with us tomorrow." "Yes." Meanwhile, in Aryadelle, Elliot''sptop was in his hands, and he was going through all the emails he had received from suitors across the world.


    "Honey, just let your assistant filter sof them first. There''s no hurry." Avery sat before her dressing table and applied her facial cream.


    "There are so many ineligible applicants," he gritted out. "Do these brats actually think that my daughter would waste her twith them? How shameless!"