~Christopher’s POV~

It was my poison, looking out my office window over San Diego’s gorgeous streets while drinking Dalmore Decades. I’ve been thinking about my grandfather, who is constantly nagging me to remarry. The strain and headache that had been looming over me for years suddenly arrived, throbbing down in the foundation of my brain. My grandfather’s remarks make me shake my head. While admiring the magnificent streets, I kept my sight fixed on the glass. Mark, my closest buddy, entered. He got himself a drink and came over to stand with me.

“You know, the old guy is right. You can’t pay for pussy forever.” That’s my friend Mark. The man has no filter, not that I have one myself. While Mark and I were conversing, an idea immediately sprung to mind.

“Mark, I’ll see you when I return. Wish me luck.”

“Can you tell me where you’re going?”

“I’m getting married.”

but I didn’t care. I summoned my driver. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom

door, loosening the two

the Civil

way, with a puzzled expression,

Bureau, I scrutinized all the females around me, my gaze landed on a pensive, terrified girl. She seemed to be between

if it’s only a wife to get my grandpa off my back, she

on her forehead, and her whole body started to quiver violently. I reached out and grabbed her hand as

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