Mike didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Who am I supposed to marry?"
"That's your problem. Think about it carefully. Miss Demia, Miss Lorrie, they are both good candidates. Don't forget that there's also Miss Daria. They're all one in a million in terms of family background, appearance, charisma, and talent."
"You're trying to pimp me out, aren't you?"
"I'm asking you to find someone you love, not forcing you to get married."
"Even if I want to marry someone, she has to be willing to marry me first. Daria, Lorrie, Demia, which one of them will get married to me?"
"They all might want to. It's up to you to create your own opportunities. You're a man, don't tell me you want to wait for them to come begging you?"
"Can we stop talking about this?" Mike felt helpless. Why
