The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 3

Colton's driver parked his car in front of a luxury villa designed to integrate the best of Chinese and Western luxury. The villa covering an area of 1,000 square meters showed the wealth and dignity of the family. Countless number of women has dreamed of getting in, even though those who went in eventually came out.

Through the car window, Alicia's line of sight swept across all kinds of cars parked in front of the door. It seemed that even on the last day, there were not fewer women who come to try their luck.

"Miss Joliot-Curie, please go in."

The driver Ben Lester opened the door for her and made a gesture.

She got out of the car and whispered, "Call me Alicia, if Holly hears you, you'll be scolded again."

There was only one Miss Joliot-Curie in their family, aka Mia Joliot-Curie.

The music fountain in the center of the villa ejected colorful water drops. With the ever-changing music, Alicia moved forward slowly, and was led into the slant hall by two staffs in charge of the blind date banquet. After registering her name, she, like all the women who came to be selected, patiently waited to be summoned.

"The interview is starting soon. Please get ready. Don't rush to leave whether you get chosen or not, Mrs. Sara will entertain you all at noon."

When the person in charge finished speaking, he picked up the registration list and read the name of the first candidate, "Zara Brown-Williams, please come with me."

A sweet-looking young woman followed him out of the slant hall with excitement, but within ten minutes, she came back crying. She picked up her backpack, and left with shame and indignation...

Then, the second, the third... They all went in happily and came back crying, scaring all the women who had not been interviewed. Their confidence was gone, and even the courage to walk out of the slant hall was gone.

Among this group of nerve-wrecked women, only Alicia was calm. She didn't participate in their guesses and discussions. As they were all discussing about how to deal with the rumored demons, she sent a short message with her mobile phone.

Finally, it was her turn. Looking at the sympathetic eyes that turned to her, she didn't have the slightest tension and uneasiness. She went out of the hall, the driver Ben was waiting at the door, he said "Miss, this is what you want me to buy for you."

"Thank you."

She took it and followed the person in charge into a dark room.

The curtains were tightly drawn, blocking the bright light outside, and there was a dull atmosphere in the room that made people unable to breathe without actually suffocating them.

On the left side of the room, there was a man with black straight hair sitting on a black leather chair. He had oblique raised knife-shaped eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, with thin and lightly sipped lips. He had an angular outline, slender and tall but not rugged figure. Like an eagle in the night, he looked cold and proud but arrogant, despising the strength of heaven and earth.

Alicia looked at him with no fear. She calmly sat opposite him, opened the plastic bag in her hand, took out a large bag of paper towels and put them on the table in front of him.

"What for?"

Obviously, her move was somewhat puzzling. The man raised his thick black knife-shaped eyebrows.

"To wipe the tears later."