Natalia clenched her fist, and she wanted to smack that guy or her dad. If ever her dad would sell her out. But with this dinner arrangement, it only means that he's agreeing to it. Her fist unclenched as her father chuckled.
"Gordon, I don't have my daughters. I only accept this arrangement because your father is bugging me too much. I know that my daughter and son are intelligent, talented, handsome, and beautiful, but I don't sell them. I love them, and I want them to find love on their own."
"Mr. Mondragon, I thought my father, and you already talked?"
"We did. But I never agree to arrange marriage." He said. "I don't care if my daughter married a janitor with a good heart. As long as he won't betray her. Also, I don't know you fully." James smiled kindly. "You don't love my daughter, and I won't let someone marry her without love."
"I can learn to love…"
