Chapter 3 I am your fiancé
"Are you Miranda Brown?" Robin walked past the coward, walked towards Miranda and assessed her. Miranda frowned slightly in confusion and said coldly, "Who are you?
"This is our New Year party. How could you waste your time here?
"You better get out before we get too angry!"
Robin was surprised that her fiancee was so tough.
But he liked me.
"Miranda, I'm your fiancé. I came to marry you. gWhen can we get married? Laughter came from the silent room.
How absurd!
"Enough! If you keep talking nonsense, I won't show you mercy! —Miranda snapped.
The man next to her took a step forward and blurted out: "Nut! ~How dare you make fun of Miranda...?
"go away!" Robin pushed him away from her and approached her.
"Miranda, I'm your fiancé. This is the commitment agreement between our grandparents." She handed him a piece of yellow paper.
The party guests were shocked.
",Agreement?"
"A well-prepared liar!"
"Did I even prepare that to climb the social ladder?"
Miranda's eyes turned as she unconsciously looked at the paper in her hand. Her body trembled slightly.
Her signature was actually her grandfather's!
Jacob Walsh, the man next to Miranda, was surprised to see the yellow paper in Robin's hand. ~How dare a poor man like Robin try to compete with him?
Jacob was upset!
"Agreement? ;Come on! "It is a time of freedom!"
"Heh, do you think you can lie to him with a piece of shit?"
Jacob signaled to his bodyguard. "Take it out!"
"Wait, Mr. Walsh!" Miranda took the paper and stopped it.
She frowned at the paper.
A long time ago, her grandfather told her about the engagement.
But she didn't expect it to be true!
I looked at Robin. Her clothes did not suggest wealth or power.
"What do you do? What's happening with your family? Miranda asked tentatively.
Robin shrugged. "I have no job. "My family could have died."
Someone sneered in the hallway: "A homeless man without a job…"
Miranda looked at him with disdain.
How could such a low life be her promise?
Her goal was to be a woman like Cecilia Decker, the president of Purpeak International Group! "Commitment;Nonsense!"
A middle-aged man came out, stood in front of Miranda and blurted out.
"Young man, go now. {You're not welcome!"
It was Miranda's father, Alex Brown.
"Sir. Marrén! Mr. Brown!" Jacob said politely.
Julia Corbett, Alex's wife, was happy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Walsh."
Then, very politely, he turned to Robin coldly: "Commitment? Bah! What a liar!
"Look at you! Do you think you're good enough for my daughter?