The past few days, I joined a matchmaking group, intending to go along with the crowd and enjoy the free food and drinks at the events. I would just be there to join in on the liveliness. I would also check the information there from time to time, to get a sense of the love lives of current bachelors and bachelorettes.
There were also some elderly women in the group, helping to find matches for their children. One of the aunties said something shocking that blew up the group with messages.
She mentioned owning 53 rental properties, 3 villas, 5 cars, and other assets to be left to her only son. She also stated that she would give her future daughter-in-law a monthly allowance of 100,000 dollars.
The whole group was in an uproar, with women from all walks of life trying to confirm if it was true.
The woman declared her statement legitimate. However, her son was in a vegetative state, and she hoped her daughter-in-law would not mind.
The group instantly fell silent, but I was amused— wasn't that a blessing in disguise?
I had already decided not to get married. Since I would be free and have no strings attached, I could do whatever I wanted. Why bother getting married?
Even if I married a vegetative husband, it would not be a big deal.
I, Sharmane Alston, loved money!
I immediately sent the auntie a message, "Why would I mind? Your son is clearly my destined sleeping prince!"
The whole group went wild and applauded, causing another uproar.
The auntie quickly messaged me in private, "You're really humorous. Do you really want to marry my son? Don't joke with me."
"Of course!"
"Why?"
"Because of money." I was not going to put on an act. I really was in it for the money.
The woman fell silent. I thought she was disappointed, but soon after, she transferred me 888 dollars as travel expenses, asking me to visit her at the eighth villa at Star Bay located in Luna Garden. She said she would give me a warm welcome.
Luna Garden's Star Bay was the best villa area in the city, with an average price of over 600,000 dollars. The woman was indeed wealthy.
I shamelessly accepted the money and set off!
Upon arriving at Star Bay, I found the eighth villa. The noble, luxurious atmosphere made me a little nervous.
After tidying up my hair and collar, I rang the doorbell.
A glamorous woman in her forties opened the door with a bright smile.
The rich were indeed different. She looked like she was in her thirties and she had better skin than mine. She was impeccably stylish as well.
I shook hands with her and introduced myself, "My name is Sharmane Alston, and I'm a university graduate from a prestigious Ivy League university. I'm currently preparing for the civil service examination."
The charismatic woman, Margaret Becker sized me up with a satisfied smile. "You're young, beautiful, and an elite local university student. That's great."
After some modest remarks, I followed her into the house.
She poured me tea and questioned me about my family and work.
My parents divorced long ago, and neither of them cared about me, so I was on my own. As for work, I was a fashion designer with an annual salary of around 200,000 dollars.
Margaret nodded repeatedly, not asking any further questions. Then, she led me upstairs.
"Are we going to see my sleeping prince?" I asked.
She turned with a smile. "Yes, he's also my sleeping little prince."
We went to the third floor and entered a bedroom.
To be frank, I was not interested in her son. As long as I got the money, I would dutifully care for him, but nothing more.
However, the moment I saw her son, I was stunned. My hormones surged.
Gosh, what a handsome lad!
His long lashes rested softly on his tightly-shut eyes, and his delicate features accentuated his gentle cheeks. His collarbones on his slender neck were stark and prominent...
This... A prince... My prince!
