Chapter 95 Rich Guy
The two stepped out of the villa. When Isabella spotted a Panamera parked at the door, she asked, "Your car?"
"My boss lets me use it."
"Your boss? Don't tell me you mean your wife?"
"I’m an assistant at TMO."
"You said you were married earlier; was that a joke or serious?"
"It's a fake marriage."
"Fake marriage? What does that mean?"
"It means I'm married to a woman, but we don't have a real marriage relationship. We've agreed to a timeline of one year, and after that time has passed, we'll get a divorce."
"Why would you have a fake marriage?"
"To fulfill a promise made by our grandparents!"
"You're selling out your emotions!"
"No! We're honoring our elders by fulfilling the promises they made."
Isabella’s mind raced, speculating, "The person you're faking the marriage with, couldn't be your boss, could it?"
"Yes! It's her!"
"No wonder she gives such a nice car to an assistant!"
Isabella opened the passenger door and sat down, then said to Daniel, "Let’s go! We're headi
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