Promise To Marry

"Violet? Are you still there?"

"Yes, Aunt Erika. I'm still here." 

"Why do you want to replace your current bodyguards? Did something happen that displeases you? Or someone is actually bullying our princess, and your bodyguards cannot protect you?"

'Yes!' Violet wants to scream this. However, she had to narrate a detailed explanation, and she could not tell her aunt that it was Allen; this time, he was using advances to bully her.

How could she tell her aunt that she wanted to replace her bodyguards because their boss had just stolen her first kiss? Isn't it childish?

Growing up, she was pampered and overly protected by her family. They would not let off anyone if someone bullied her, even if someone would be like Allen Williams, competing as the wealthiest man in the world. But now that she is a young adult, she would like to stand on her own feet and stop running to her family and crying every time Allen teases her.

"Aunt, can I skip the explaining part? Can you send them tomorrow?"

Erika wanted to know the real reason, but if Violet wasn't ready to share anything with her, she should not force her niece.

"Alright. I would not ask, but if you're ready, let me know later. I'm just a ring away. Got it?"

"Yes, Aunt. Thank you." 

"Not a problem, sweetheart. Unfortunately, I can't send anyone yet. I have to talk to your cousins and hold a tournament to determine the best martial artist we have now. Don't worry. We have recent graduates, and they are promising. We will choose them as your new bodyguards if anyone can defeat your cousins or be able to land a punch on them. How is that?"

"That sounds entertaining! I would love to watch it personally, Aunt Erika. However…" If she flew to C Nation, she had to bring her current bodyguards. It would be nice if her new bodyguards and the previous ones would have a match. She must ensure that her new bodyguards are not embarrassing but competitive, not to be defeated by Allen's men, her current bodyguards now.

"Don't worry. I'll stream the tournament for you."

"Sounds like a great idea, aunt!"

Violet feels the thrill rushing her entire body. She would love to watch it live, but this is just a secret, which excites her to imagine she will have a new bodyguard soon, and finally, she can dispatch Allen's men. She admitted that she only wanted to take revenge on Allen by canceling the contract with his agency.

"Did your parents know about this?" Erika had a hunch that Violet had made this decision without their knowledge.

Violet took a moment of silence before she answered. "I will tell them when they return from Switzerland, Aunt."

"All right, then. So I'll hang up now to arrange everything for the search."

"Thanks, Aunt!"

After the call, Violet resumed her work. She read the reports Flora sorted out for her. It was almost noon when she realized she was famished.

Violet got up from her swivel chair and stretched before walking out of her home office.

Violet halted and gazed out at the plains below the hill. She was facing north, and the breathtaking scenery blessed her eyes.

Although the world is becoming a futuristic environment, she was glad that her neighborhood shared the same sentiment with her to maintain this region as a natural region.

Surrounded by mother nature is what she dreams of living rather than living a life of one hundred percent with robots. So then, she had this urge to build a White House Garden for people to see the beauty of nature.

She also keeps a high percentage of everything in the White House Restaurant, a mix of luxury and contemporary, but the tower room has an interior of a classic theme.

The residential area has a modern design, but the main house is a mixture of different interior design styles. The living room and dining hall are luxury contemporary, including her parents' bedroom. In contrast, her brother's room is a minimalist style, while her grandmother was a traditional style master's bedroom. 

Violet resumed walking. When she reached the staircase, her nose caught a pleasant aroma of French and Italian dishes. She hurried her steps and ran to the kitchen. She greeted the chef with glee.

"Viktor! What's on the menu?" Violet's wide smile disappears when she recognizes the man wearing her apron in front of the stove. "What are you doing here?"

The guy is prepared to greet her with all the sweetness in the world, suddenly agape when she mentions another guy's name. 'Viktor? And who is that f**king guy!?'

"Hello???" Violet knocked her knuckle on the island counter where Allen was slicing something. When the guy seemed in a trance, she repeated her question. "What are you doing in my kitchen?"

"Erm." Allen is caught off guard when Violet mistakes him for someone else. It took a while before he could pull himself together as his mind wandered into a warp hole, digging a massive pit. 'Is she expecting this guy named Viktor to make her a meal? What is their relationship?'

Allen was fuming with jealousy, but he would not let Violet perceive it. He regained his composure and smiled dazzlingly.

"Hello, love! Grandma mentioned she misses eating French and Italian dishes. So I prepared them! Would you like to have a taste?"

He picked a fork and pinched a cut of meat he mixed into the vegetable salad. He stretched his arm to feed Violet with it.

"Stop!" Violet steps backward.

She looked at Allen. It irritates her to see that smile on his face. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but Lucy appeared in the kitchen.

"Violet! Finally, you came down. Why did you abandon your husband outside the house?"

Violet was shocked; her eyeballs wanted to pop out from their sockets. "Who are you calling my husband, grandma?"

She asked the older lady with disbelief, glaring in Allen's direction, who looked delighted at how Lucy addressed him. Now the smile on his face didn't disappear.

Typically, Allen would be in a better mood after the older lady gave him a sweet title. 'HUSBAND' Who would not love it?

Then, however, Allen remained intrigued about who Viktor was. His face soured, but he quickly wiped it off, and a sweet smile appeared on his face again. Allen looked at Violet affectionately, but she only rolled her eyes, showing her displeased with his presence.

Violet wants to treat Allen only as air, so she ignores him and speaks to the older lady. "Grandma, you should not let a stranger enter our house."

Lucy smiled and paid no heed to her granddaughter's coldness toward Allen. She thinks that the two only had misunderstandings typical of the couple. Instead, she finds it cute.

"Child, all of us were strangers in the beginning. Soon, we will become the better half of this stranger. Since then, we cannot live without this stranger."

Violet dropped her jaw to the floor. She could not believe that her grandma would not side with her, but Allen ultimately won her heart. Now she gives her wisdom worth a billion dollars instead of scolding Allen.

The older lady sees how annoyed she is with the guy, but she doesn't win her sympathy.

'Grandma? Who is your grandchild? Is it me? Why are you acting like you are siding with this annoying guy right here?' Violet desired to protest but chose not to voice her thoughts as Allen broadened his sweet smile.

She was pissed, so she blurted out suddenly. "Grandma, let me clarify it for you. I don't know this guy. There is no way that he will be my husband. I would never marry him! Over my...."

Violet is tempted to finish her sentence, but how Allen lifted the corner of his mouth reminds her of what he quoted earlier.

"My love, even if you are a corpse. I'll be your ghost groom. Then we will be eternally lovers."

'Ugh!' She wants to spit blood again.

Seeing Violet stop halfway, Lucy grabs the opportunity to trick her granddaughter.

"Child, I'm the one who has Alzheimer's, but you are the one who forgot what you've promised me."

Violet racked her head. What did she promise her grandma? She was in a trance, recalling something, but she could remember nothing. Then she saw her grandma wink at Allen before fixing her eyes on her.

"Child, haven't you promised me to marry the man you will meet today?"

Violet doesn't know whether to cry or laugh at that joke. 'Clearly, I am just joking, grandma!'

How could she take back her words?