Aaron could not understand the behavior of his father who gave him such conditions! He immediately rushed to his room and passed his younger brother, Bryan. Aaron looked at his younger brother with a sharp gaze and a cynical face.
"What's with your face? Is something bothering you, Bro?" Bryan asked fiddling with his cell phone.
Aaron just kept quiet and looked at his sister still with a sharp gaze.
"Hhhh, just be quiet! It's okay, bye-"
"Do you know dad's plan?" Aaron suddenly let out a deep voice and stopped his younger brother who was about to go down the stairs.
"Plan? What plan?" Bryan turned around, looking at him curiously.
"Do you not know or pretend you don't know, Bryan?" Aaron is increasingly displeased with his younger brother.
"Speak clearly, Bro! I don't understand what you mean!" Bryan said.
But Aaron didn't say anything and went straight to his room, while Bryan just shook his head and left the second floor.
'What an unlucky! That old man makes my head explode!' Aaron clenched his fists, standing in front of the mirror with an angry expression.
A few hours earlier,
"Th-this is ... what the hell is this, Dad? You'll give Bryan all of Elmer Enterprise's shares and company if I'm not married in three months? Are you crazy, huh!" Aaron was shocked and spontaneously stood up when he saw the contents of the brown envelope.
"It's up to you to say I'm crazy or insane or something! I'm old, Aaron and it's time to rest, but until now I still think about you guys who haven't got a partner yet! Do you want to see me die miserably, huh!" John Duke Elmer, the father, immediately let out his emotions and pointed right at the face of his eldest son. "You never wanted my match! Even though many women approached, you were still stubborn and selfish! Actually what kind of woman do you want, Aaron!"
Currently,
"Hah, if it's like this there is no other way! I must quickly bring that woman before the old man becomes fused!" Aaron then took out his cell phone and called someone.
"Hello, Mr. Reinhard. How are you? Do you have time today? How about we have lunch together? I have something to talk to you about. I'll send the address to your cell phone."
[Oh, Mister Aaron. Alright, I don't have any plans today either. Fine, I'll wait, Sir.]
'Get ready, Dad, because your future daughter-in-law is about to arrive.' Aaron smirked before leaving his room.
***
Meanwhile, at Anthony's residence, Brenda who was dressed "normally" and as usual, came out of the room and was immediately faced with a cynical look and seemed to sneer. Brenda hid her face with a veil covering the wound on her cheek and accidentally met Margareth who was sitting on a rattan chair on the second floor.
'What an unlucky! Why did I meet this crazy woman anyway!' Brenda complained, stopping her steps.
Margareth looked at Brenda. The woman casually smiled while enjoying her tequila. Brenda, who was still annoyed with Margaret, immediately rushed down to the living room on the first floor.
"What is your relationship with Mr. Anthony, Miss Brenda? I see he cares a lot about you." Margareth asked, standing across from Brenda.
"What relationship do you mean, Miss Margareth?"
Margareth approached Brenda, lifted her head, and looked into the woman's eyes with a smug and cynical look. "Don't you think Mr. Aaron and Anthony are protecting you, you can be like the queen in this place! What a hypocrite!"
'What? W-what do you mean hypocrite?' Brenda muttered spontaneously, pulling Margareth's hand and startling her.
"Let go! Let go of me, bitch!" Margaret said, pulling her hand forcibly.
"Explain to me, Miss Margareth! What do you mean, who is Mr. Aaron?"
"Hah, don't pretend! I thought you were an innocent woman, but you're more of a jerk than I thought!" said Margaret angrily.
Brenda let go of her hand, she still didn't understand what Margareth meant. In a daze, Brenda descended the stairs to Anthony's office.
Knock... knock...
"Come in," a deep male voice sounded in Brenda's ear.
"Mr. Anthony, I have something to ask you." Brenda stood in front of the androgynous man and removed her veil, suddenly.
"What do you want to ask, Miss Brenda?" Anthony put down his pen and closed his dark brown booklet.
"Who's Aaron, Mr. Anthony? Why all of sudden Miss Margareth spoke about him?"
Anthony was a little surprised. "Aaron?" His eyebrows lifted on one side.
"Yes, Aaron! The man Miss Margareth said, who is he?"
"My friend, why? You want to meet him?" Anthony's smile.
"Why did Miss Margareth say Mr. Aaron is protecting me? What do you mean Mr. Anthony?"
"He's just like that," said Anthony casually.
"What? Please tell the truth, Mr. Anthony! Please explain to me exactly what happened!" Brenda clenched her fists tightly.
"He likes to protect weak people, especially women. Therefore, it's only natural that Miss Margareth would be jealous of you."
"Jealous? Of me?" Brenda indicated sarcastically at herself.
"And you, Miss Brenda . . . you should be grateful that Mr. Aaron has protected you. Many have wanted to ask for his protection, but unfortunately, Mr. Aaron is a picky eater. So you should thank him." A smile hung on the thin lips of the androgynous man.
Brenda was getting more and more confused and confused. It felt like getting out of that place, but the steps were very heavy. She even doesn't know what kept her at Anthony's house.
"Is there anything else you want to ask, Miss Brenda?"
Brenda shook her head, leaving Anthony's room without a word.
'Hah! What a pain!' Anthony immediately took his cell phone from the table and called someone.
"Where are you?"
[Why?]
"What exactly did you say to one of my people, huh?" annoyed Anthony.
[Why? Is she not happy?]
"Yes! She was not happy and immediately asked about you!"
[Good! That's exactly what I expected!]
"What? What do you mean, Aaron?"
Beep …
"Sigh, this guy gives me a headache!" Anthony almost threw his cell phone when Aaron immediately disconnected his phone unilaterally.
***
Venom Bar,
"Mr. Aaron, would you like some more drinks?" a bartender came up to Aaron.
"Yes, give me a bottle of whiskey!" he orders.
"Yes, Sir." Without thinking much longer, the bartender took a bottle of whiskey and gave it to Aaron who was now at one of the exclusive bars in Dallas.
"Hi, handsome … are you alone?"
The soft and seductive voice of a woman rang clearly in Aaron's ears as he approached him with a long blue-dark short gown, a very seductive gown at midday.
"Who are you?" asked Aaron coldly.
"I am the woman who will be your drinking companion." Said the woman grinning, took Aaron's glass, and drank it.
Aaron waved his hand at the bartender and asked for new glass for him. The woman was furious and felt humiliated! With emotion, she splashed Aaron's face with the remaining whiskey in his glass. The bartender who saw what happened immediately grabbed the woman's hand and looked scared to see Aaron who was covered in whiskey on his face.
"M-Miss Vivian, what are you doing? Do you know who the guy you just flushed was?" The male bartender trembled as he glanced at Aaron.
"I don't care who he is! This man has insulted me! And you, I don't care if you like me or not! But your attitude is so outrageous and embarrassing me!" Vivian immediately left Aaron.
"Who's she?" Aaron asked while wiping his face with a tissue.
"M-Miss Vivian, M-Mr Aaron," the bartender replied shakily.
"Vivian? You mean Vivian Luana?"
"R-right, sir."
Aaron smirked. This time he got the idea to give a small "gift" to a woman named Vivian Luana.
"Stephanie, please send information about Miss Vivian Luana to me, immediately!" Aaron's order.
Aaron turned off his phone shortly and smirked. "Vivian Luana ... you're my next target! Be ready." Grinning Aaron widely.