Wilson’s driver parked the car in front of a luxury villa with Chinese and Western styles, covering an area of one thousand square meters of the villa highlighting the wealth and dignity of the family, especially the high threshold. Many women dreamed of marrying in, though the women who had married in came out one by one.
Bella saw through the car window, glancing the various cars parked in front of the door. It seemed that even on the last day, there were still many women of the compound surnames trying their luck.
“Missy, please go in.”
The driver, Bruce, pulled open the door for her and gestured for her to get out of the car.
She got out of the car, whispered, “Call me Bella, or you are scolded again if Madame hears you call me Missy.”
The Burne-Browns did not have a Missy, but only had one lady, Gillian.
The musical fountain in the center of the villa sprayed out droplets of water. With the ever-changing music, Bella slowly walked forward and was led into the side hall by the two people in charge of the blind date banquet. After registering her name, she waited patiently to be summoned, just like all the women who came to apply for the date.
“It’s time for the reception. Please prepare yourselves. Don’t be in a hurry to leave after it’s over. No matter if you are chosen or not, our Blanche will entertain you all at noon.”
After the person in charge said that, he picked up the list of registrations and read the name of the first person who ran for election, “Ella Franklin Roosevelt, please follow me.”
A sweet-looking woman with excitement followed him out of the side hall. Only within ten minutes, she came back in tears, picked up her backpack, and left in shame as if being humiliated greatly…
Right after that, the second and the third ladies, all of them went happily and returned in tears, scaring the women who hadn’t been interviewed yet into a panic. Their confidence was gone, not to mention the courage to even step out of the side hall.
In this group of disoriented women, only Bella was calm and self-assured. She did not participate in their speculation and discussion. During their discussion of how to deal with the rumored demon, she just took the phone to send a text message.
Finally it was her turn, looking at a sympathetic look that was cast at her, she didn’t feel the least bit nervous or uneasy as she exited the side room. Her driver, Bruce, was waiting at the door, “Miss, you wanted me to buy something for you.”
“Thank you.”
She took it and followed the person in charge into a dark room.
The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking the bright light from outside, and the room circulated with a dreary air, which made people unable to breathe, but not suffocating.
In the left side of the room, a man was sitting on a black leather chair, having black bright hair cut, dashing eyebrows, and black eyes, thin pursed lips, angular face outline, slender tall but not rugged body, like a hawk in the night, looking cold, arrogant, imposing.
Bella sized him up without fear, then, calmly sat across from him, opened the plastic bag she was carrying in her hand, and took out a large packet of tissues on the table in front of him without a hitch.
“What are you doing?”
Apparently there was something elusive about her move, and the man raised brows in confusion.
“To wipe my tears later.”
She replied lightly.
The man was startled and giggled, “Do you think every woman who comes in here runs out crying?”
“But at least none of them went out smiling.”
“That’s because their answers to my questions were very, very unsatisfactory.”
“Does every woman who comes in have to answer your questions?”
“Yes.”
Bella nodded, “Okay, so you ask.”
slender, sharp
“Do you know how many times I’ve been divorced?”
“Six times.”
“And do you think a man who can’t even run a family is capable of running a company?”
“I think he is capable to do it well, because emotional disputes have nothing to do with work ability, and Chairman Mao didn’t handle family matters well, but still made New China established.”
Her answer was independent and insightful. It was truthful and without flattery. In stark contrast to those women in front of her who only fawned and were passive, Kevin could not help but look at her more and asked, “What is your name?”
“Bella.”
“Please get out.”
He didn’t evaluate whether she was qualified or not, but shouted to the door, “Next.”
“Will you choose me?”
She didn’t leave immediately, gazing at him and asking without humility.
Kevin was interested, “Why will I choose you? Can you give me a reason?”
“I have the confidence to be your last wife.”
“Well, the last wife?” He smirked, looking sarcastic, “No woman has ever dared to say something arrogantly in front of me.”
“If you don’t believe me, you can try unless you’re afraid. I really have the power.”
Haha, he laughed evilly, already piqued by her words, “Fine, for your boldness, I’ll give you a chance. But remember, it doesn’t really matter to me who I choose, because I don’t have the desire to love a woman at all.”