In the night at the Green family, a pastoral villa resonated with the beautiful and melodious piano music, Chopin's Nocturne played as if it were the sound of heaven.
"Miss, Mr. Green asks for you to come over."
The piano music abruptly stopped, and the girl seated before it slowly turned around.
She had an angelic face and wore a light-colored floral dress, her clear, bright black eyes timidly looking at the visitor.
"Uncle is looking for me... Is something the matter?" Her slender, white hands secretly gripped the dress hem, fully displaying her nervousness.
She, Charlotte Green—Little Miss Green, had spent five years in a Mental Hospital and returned to this grand family at the age of thirteen. She didn't like talking to people, and the Green family members also treated her with trepidation, almost as if she didn't exist.
But—Uncle, the man who controlled the destiny of everyone in the Green family, wanted to see her?
The Housekeeper didn't answer her question, only urged her to get moving. Charlotte was extremely unsettled. How could she not be scared when someone who was supposedly forgotten was suddenly remembered?
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Following the housekeeper through row upon row of small villas, they arrived at the main house.
The main house was actually where the current CEO of the Green family lived; Uncle didn't reside here, but any important matters were discussed there.
She rarely stepped out of her residence, let alone visit the main house.
Now, the man sitting in front of her, Taylor Green, was also her Uncle.
He appeared powerless on the surface, but he actually controlled the fate of every member of the Green family. Whether they were older or younger than him, not a single one wasn't manipulated by him. Don't ask why; she only knew that since she returned to the Green family, Taylor Green had already been positioned in this way.
"Charlotte, I've asked you to come today because I want to talk about your marriage,"
In the Tea House, the handsome man, holding a supple little black cat, directly broached the subject.
Charlotte was shocked and looked up at him with timid, clear eyes, without a word.
"Your father used the Green corporation for things he shouldn't have, damaging both the interests and reputation of the Green Family…" At this point, the man's gaze passed over the girl gripping her dress tighter, "I've already spoken with the Cliff family. If you marry into the Cliff family, I can overlook the things your father has done."
Charlotte twisted the fabric at her fingertips, her beautiful, distraught face turning alarmingly pale. Her soft red lips moved slightly, and her pure eyes grew anxious.
"The man you are marrying is the Young Master of the Cliff family." The man saw through her thoughts.
The Young Master of the Cliff family...
Although she seldom ventured out from Autumn Garden, she still had heard about the affairs of the Third Young Master Cliff, and among them, only Young Master Zeal Cliff was known for his calm composure and gentle nature. Compared to the other two with their public reputations, she thought, being able to marry him might be considered a stroke of luck.
"I… I will marry," she agreed, having no other choice.
Marriage, something she never dared to imagine in her lifetime, was suddenly being arranged for her without any preparation. What awaited her in the future...
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The moon hung like a silver hook.
Cliff Mansion
"Dad, have you lost your mind? You want us to marry someone with a mental illness!"
"Charlotte only suffered from a mental illness when she was young, and it has long been cured."
"But she has a record, aren't you afraid that disease might flare up one day! These kinds of illnesses can be hereditary! I'd rather give up that position than marry that woman,"
"I would also like to sit in that seat, but the thought of sleeping with someone who has a mental illness is terrifying."
When Harvey Cliff announced to his three sons that whoever married Little Miss Green could succeed as CEO of the Cliff corporation, he was immediately met with opposition from his second and youngest sons.
He had no choice but to put his hopes on his most stable son, the oldest. However, the son who had never let him down before, this time—
"Dad, I'm sorry, but I can't stake my entire future on this gamble," Zeal Cliff firmly refused.
"You…" Harvey Cliff was at a loss for words, unable to refuse the compensation offer made by the Green family. Was he expected to marry her himself?
Bang!
Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open.
They turned towards the sound and saw a tall, dashing man walking in against the backlight, his iron-gray suit sleeves were impeccable.
Step by step, steady and strong.
The silence made his footsteps sound somewhat eerie, especially since, in the dead of night, he resembled a devil, his oppressive presence as though it could cause the heavens and the earth to change color.
As he approached, Harvey Cliff and his sons finally saw his face—it was—