Chapter 1

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

Emmanuel Lowe hung up on his mother impatiently.

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

relationship.

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.

Alas, 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

accustomed 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-translated copy of The Power Broker.

barging into the

up at him in confusion and disgust.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

recovered from the shock of

beautiful stranger, he realized his

was about to beat its way out of his

ever felt so

his twenty-eight years of life.

female bodies he had seen in

appealed to him. At

he

at all.

odds, it seemed,

heart race

simply nervous, or am

noticed

on the

my blind date?

breath

taking

young woman’s expression

even a hint of hostility in her

pretty eyes.

this man! Barging into my

he’s going to sit opposite

it’s nobody’s business?

surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large

the woman’s

blind date?

deep breath to calm himself

her table and taking a seat

expression grew increasingly

hint of hostility

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man! Barging into

but he’s

it’s nobody’s business?

expression. It was not the first

had scoffed

were free to go their separate ways after

date done

declaring, “Hi! My name is

years old, and I work

make eighty thousand a year and

a car or

need an incredible

say such things to a

unusually calm and

young woman stared at him in shock. A moment

curved into a smirk, and she

of her own.

you. I’m Mackenzie

old with dual doctorates in

administration

three billion last year, and

a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

women on blind dates

red flags.

however, was arguably flawless.

the catch? Perhaps she’s

Or infertile?

fantastical theories filled

his perplexed

cool gaze

deliberately introduced herself to put the stranger

spot and intimidate him

awkward silence lingered in the air

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

the truth was beside

to go

least

not result in a trip to the

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

I promise I’ll always protect

all the household chores

Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to

masculine pride in front of

married, I can give

thousand every month.”

was a well-worn script that Emmanuel

single breath.

at his earnest

and apparent lack of shame

lower salary.

long while later, she burst into a

had never met a man who could humor

about?”

know

I’ll be

if we’re

to keep in her

annoyed Emmanuel demanded, “Why are

Quillen? Don’t you think you’re

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