LOOKING FOR A WIFE FOR MY FATHER
CHAPTER 01: DESPERATE

"Twenty-five, thirty..." Chelsea frowned as she counted the money left in her pocket.

With a loud "Dong" sound, the fragile door was kicked from the outside. A few people dressed in black rushed in carrying a bucket of paint. Without saying anything, they immediately sprayed the paint and destroyed the items in the house.

"Stop, stop fast!" Chelsea's screams then rose and rushed, desperately trying to stop the men.

Gaby, who heard the noise, rushed out of the room. Seeing the situation, he immediately rushed forward to stop it.

"Get out of here, just die you old lady!" said someone dressed in black while kicking Gaby to the ground.

"Mother…"

Shouted Chelsea anxiously, instantly opening his mouth and biting hard on the arm that held him firmly. As the man let go, he rushed to help Santos and carefully protected him behind him.

After the men had finished crushing, they then left on their own before leaving, not forgetting they threatened aloud, "Tell Harry, if he doesn't pay his debt, if he doesn't, then he'll lose one leg."

Chelsea took a breath. Since his family's company went bankrupt, his father became addicted to gambling, spending his entire family's savings and going into debt everywhere.

What could he do with such an irresponsible father?.

While soothing Gaby, then cleaning the messy house, cleaning all the paint, after which walk out the door with heavy steps.　

After touring the streets for a long time, he had yet to find a suitable part-time job. Chelsea sat on the roadside bench feeling depressed.

Does he have to find a dominative businessman, to sell himself as a lover like a woman in the novels?

Chelsea smiled bitterly, feeling afraid, even if he did, still there would be no businessmen who liked him.

As he was feeling depressed, a brake sound suddenly rang out in his ear.

Then Chelsea looked up, she saw a black Porsche stop in front of her.

His face was smooth as a puppet, and he walked in front of him gracefully in a small robe with a well-built body. 

Seeing him speak carefully, he said, "Chelsea, I want to talk to you."

Chelsea looked at him while puzzled, "Little boy, aren't you the wrong person? "

The little boy raised his eyebrows and continued saying, "Chelsea. 23 years old, 168 cm tall, 48 kg weight, the name of Gaby's mother, sister of Youna, studied at..."

"Little boy, who are you?" cut Chelsea with a feeling of wonder.

"I'm Reaner, Chelsea. Let's find a place to talk."

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Half an hour later, Chelsea arrived at a restaurant on the high floor of the building.

He also did not know why he agreed to Reaner to come here and talk about what happened.

Reaner has an inexplicable taste, which always makes him want to get close.

Looking down from the window, pedestrians and vehicles moved like ants. As a well-known restaurant in the city of S, drinking here might cost their family a month's living.

Chelsea felt thirsty for a reason, so she took a cup and drank a mouthful of water. "Little friend Reaner. Now you can tell me what you want to say?"

Reaner looked at him and said seriously.

"Chelsea, I want to take care of you."