A Wife For The Billionaire

Chapter 3:

Mrs. William was delighted. “Whose daughter is she? Bring her home to meet us.”

Mr. William was serious. “Given your abilities, when did you have a girlfriend?”

Michanel said, “Finding a girlfriend is a piece of cake for me.”

Mr. William frowned, secretly pleased but maintaining a scolding tone. “How could you be so careless? What are you planning to do?”

Mrs. William, still overjoyed, said, “Bring her home quickly so we can discuss the wedding.”

Michanel glanced at the childhood engagement agreement, “And what about the Wilsons’ daughter...?”

Mrs. William: “It’s not like it used to be. Who still honors childhood engagements? How outdated.”

Mr. William glared at her. “Hmph, if it’s outdated, why bring it up?”

Mrs. William, “You old man, weren’t you the one who suggested it?”

Mr. William, maintaining his pride, angrily said, “Back to the major topic. Michanel, you’ve grown up; take responsibility for your actions.”

Michanel silently gulped. Had he gone too far with his joke?

Mr. William turned, leaving with the words, “Bring her home to meet us.”

Bring her home? Who was he supposed to bring?

Elsewhere, on her way home, Alina encountered Bella and her gang.

They didn’t dare act on the school grounds, but outside was a different story.

However, Alina wasn’t one to be intimidated. She counted the people on the other side, “1, 2, 3... 8, 9. Are you joining in, Bella? Should I count you?”

Bella looked at her with disdain. “In ten minutes, we’ll see if your arrogance remains. Attack beat her to death. I’ll take care of any consequences.”

In a one-against-nine scenario, Alina’s surroundings closed in on her in an instant.

Meanwhile, at the Miller residence, a white Land Rover pulled up. It was the most modest vehicle Michanel owned.

“Commander William, what an honor! What an honor! When I got your call last night, I thought I was dreaming, ha ha ha.” Mr. Miller shook Michanel’s hand, unable to hide his excitement. This was his future son-in-law.

The William family had been military men for generations. Michanel, the eldest son, was known as the “diamond bachelor,” excelling in politics, the military, and commerce, with unmatched power, wealth, and looks.

Two years ago, Commander William retired early because of illness, to everyone’s regret. However, at 26, Michanel became the youngest Major General in the entire army, already surpassing his father.

In the past two years, Michanel had added more medals to his shoulders, elevating his power and status.

A person of such godlike stature suddenly visiting the Miller home made the whole family excited.

Mrs. Miller discreetly tugged her husband’s sleeve, signaling him not to appear too lowly. After all, a strong maternal family would ensure the daughter’s respect in her marital home.

Michanel did not shake Mr. Miller’s hand, stepping back and nodding slightly, “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. I’ve stated my intentions clearly on the phone. So, where is she?”

On the phone, Michanel had earnestly expressed his desire to marry “Miss Miller,” leaving Mr. Miller both astonished and pleased.

Mr. Miller wisely stepped back. Mrs. Miller smiled obsequiously. “Commander William, there’s no need to be formal or anxious. Hearing that you were coming to propose, our daughter is still upstairs getting ready to show her respect.”

Mr. Miller pulled his wife back, flattering Michanel, “Commander William, please have a seat.”

Mr. Miller was a retired military man who had transitioned into a state-arranged maritime business. He owed his success to Commander William’s promotion, and now he deeply respected Michanel.

Everyone sat down in the living room.

Mr. Miller had built his fortune from scratch, reaching the ranks of the wealthy, and took pride in raising his daughter well. He enjoyed taking her to social events and hearing others praise her.

He relished this vanity.

After a short while, Mrs. Miller brought down her daughter, Coco Miller. Coco, meticulously dressed, looked like a fairly untouched by the world, her face flawless, lips slightly parted, and graceful demeanor.

Michanel remained seated, not looking, not

speaking, very composed.

Soon after, a young woman’s angry voice echoed from outside. The room was quiet, making her words clear.

“Alina, are you sick? Falling like that, are you blind or brainless?”

“You look like a ghost. How can you go out with me? I should find someone else. Are you doing this on purpose? Don’t want to help me?”

“You’re a doormat, can’t fight back, can’t argue back. Do you have any backbone? Throwing money into water makes a sound, scolding you is like talking to air!”

This voice belonged to the Miller family’s second daughter, Emily, who had returned. Following her was Alina, who remained silent.

“Dad, Mom, I’m home... again.” Stepping inside, Emily was stunned. Everyone in the room, her sister dressed like a descending fairy, her parents worried, and a man in military uniform on the sofa.

Emily immediately felt captivated as she saw the man’s bright features, chiseled jaw, long legs, and military uniform that emphasized his broad shoulders and slim waist. The setting sun surrounded him, the coldness in his eyes undiminished, his face proud, like a deity controlling the universe.

Michanel noticed her gaze, turning his head with a displeased expression.

Mrs. Miller discreetly pulled her daughter forward to introduce her. “Commander William, this is my daughter, Emily. She’s straightforward, always speaks her mind, the joy of our family. The house is never quiet when she is present.”

On the phone, Michanel had only mentioned “Miss Miller,” and they didn’t know if he meant Coco or Emily. They had an instinctual belief that Coco was more likely, considering Emily’s age of only 20 and her immaturity.

Michanel squinted, noticing the figure behind Emily. He was slightly taken aback, glancing over.

He finally found the person he sought.

Without prior knowledge, at first glance, one might think this was a young boy.

The girl wore a light blue plaid long-sleeve shirt; the collar slipped down, exposing one clavicle. The setting sun shone on her, highlighting the attractive skin.

Michanel inspected, seeing her short hair brushing her eyes. Beneath the short hair was porcelain skin. She lowered her head, her thin frame shrinking fearfully in the corner, appearing obedient.

She fit his type.

“Raise your head,” he said.

Alina trembled. Was he talking to her?

Mrs. Miller pulled Alina’s slender arm, pushing her out while scolding. “What’s with your messy clothes? We have a distinguished guest today, don’t embarrass us. Get out, get out.”

“Wait.” Michanel had been waiting impatiently, and seeing Mrs. Miller’s rude attitude, he was even more displeased.

Mr. Miller thought Alina’s rudeness had angered him, quickly explaining, “She’s the daughter of my younger brother’s first wife. She’s been an orphan since childhood, no one to care for her. Commander William, please don’t hold it against her.”

This comment stabbed Alina in the heart.

“Have her come here.”

Mrs. Miller dared not disobey Michanel, stopping her push and whispering, “You’re a jinx. If you ruin this family’s good fortune, I won’t spare you.”

Alina didn’t want to cause trouble, but her aunt’s words changed her mind. She had to join the fun today.

She loved doing things that made them uncomfortable.

“Have her come here.” He repeated, his bitter tone lowering the room’s temperature by a few degrees.

Alina’s shoulders shook, her hand instinctively gripping her bag strap. She walked in, neither arrogant nor obsequious, lifting her head to look at him.

The setting sun glimmered, but the distance was too great for her to see his face clearly.

“What happened to your face?”

Alina rolled her eyes, mumbling, “I fell... accidentally...”

Fell? Only Emily, a fool, would believe such a thing. The injuries on her eye and nose were clear from a beating.

Michanel’s deep voice was like fireworks in the dark. The sound wasn’t loud but steady as a mountain. “Marry me.”

Alina: “...”

Everyone in the Miller family: “...”

“Commander William, she... she... she’s not my daughter. Didn’t you want to marry my daughter?” Mrs. Miller, unwilling, pushed Coco and Emily forward like they were on display.

“Commander William, look closely. These are my daughters, Coco, and Emily. Look.”

Michanel’s cold eyes revealed his displeasure. This was not a convenient topic to discuss, but they insisted on clarity, so he felt resistant.

“The person I’m looking for is Miss Miller, Alina.”

Everyone was stunned. At that moment, Alina’s face was bruised, her clothes disheveled, her short hair a mess. She had failed to develop physically, looking scrawny. She was only 20, with a wild and playful nature. What did Michanel see in her?

The key point was that General Manager Davis had bought Alina. Last night, they had... And this man didn’t care about women’s feelings, leaving Alina in a sorry state.

Mrs. Miller pinched her husband hard, signaling him to speak.

Mr. Miller was about to, but Michanel stepped forward. Before he even approached, his aura overwhelmed Mr. Miller, choking him silently.

Michanel ignored Mr. and Mrs. Miller, going straight to Alina and formally asking, “Will you marry me? Right now.”

“What?” Alina’s face wrote a big “dumbfounded” character.