Cristian's pov
"You're very sweet, Cristian. I really enjoyed this date," said jeslyn with a happy face.
I just smiled lazily. I don't know, maybe Jeslyn is just for my entertainment. I never cared about her in the slightest.
I enjoyed the dinner in this luxurious hotel with pleasure. They really treated me very well. That's because they know that I'm the son of a billionaire.
My cell phone rang while I was enjoying the caviar in my mouth.
"Hello, Father," I said kindly.
"Cristian, I hope you'll see me soon. It's very important."
"Okay, Dad, I'll see you soon," I said quickly and put my cell phone in my pants pocket.
"Where are you going Cristian?" Jeslyn asked, looking like she didn't want me to go.
"It's none of your business," I said flatly. I stood up and walked away but Jeslyn grabbed my arm hard.
"The two of us haven't even gotten to the next, more romantic stage. Where are you going baby? Don't rush off. I miss you so much," Jeslyn said in a spoiled voice.
"Let go of the slut!" I said firmly. I quickly stepped into the car.
Now I didn't care about Jeslyn. Because she's the same woman I've dated before. They were all of course just to entertain me when I was bored.
The tall, intricate iron gate was now visible. My car entered the winding asphalt courtyard. There are beautiful trees on the side of the road. My father's big house is very cozy. I arrived at the front door of the house. For some reason, my heart was pounding. I was afraid something would happen to my father. Considering he has a serious illness.
"Welcome, sir," said the maid politely.
"Dad, dad," I called anxiously as I walked through the living room and center room. I didn't pay any attention to the few employees of my father who saluted me.
I saw my father standing on the balcony with an old stature. I greeted him quietly. He seemed to be doing well. He smiled at me warmly.
"I thought you wouldn't be here," Dad said with a chuckle as he patted my arm familiarly.
"There was no way I was going to stay silent when you told me to see you."
"You're a good boy Cristian. Well, at least you're not like Lucas," Dad said and sighed heavily.
"Dad, I heard from mom that you visit the doctor regularly. Are you okay? What about your cancer?"
His hand stroked my arm gently as he looked at my face.
"You really care about your father. You're very different from your brother Lucas,"
"Dad please... I'm serious," I frowned.
Dad nodded slowly.
"Alright, I'm going to have a serious talk with you this time. So actually I'm no longer able to lead the business. You see for yourself, don't you, how I am now?" My father spread his hands for a moment. The wrinkled skin on his face seemed to illustrate how much he struggled to grow his business.
"I really want you to be in charge of the business. I want to entrust the business to you. There's no way I'm handing over the company to your brother Lucas. Because you know, right? He has a lot of expenses. He can't control what's important and what's not. So I can only rely on you," he paused for a moment and then he looked at me seriously.
"I also have a condition for you. The condition is that you get married. You know Julia? She's very good at business. Her family is also very good. Julia's beauty is unquestionable. Are you...?
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"Yes, I mean, maybe Julia is perfect for you,"
"Sorry, but I already have a fiancé," I said spontaneously. It was because I wasn't interested in Julia. We met and chatted at a business event once. I'm really not interested in Julia at all. Another reason why I wasn't married was because I didn't believe that there really was a woman who loved me. My mother even divorced my father. My mother was a very arrogant person and she was only in love with my father's wealth.
"That's good. Fantastic! When are we going to talk? I'd love to chat with you two," Dad said enthusiastically.
"As soon as possible dad, I'll arrange it," I said confidently. Damn, how am I supposed to find a fiancé? I can't get a fiancé that fast.
"Well, let's put it this way. You invite your fiancé to your retirement party. Okay, Saturday?"
Saturday is three days from now. Oh my god! Is my dad kidding.
"Okay dad, Saturday,"
How could I say something like this. I don't even have a fiancé right now.
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