Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Matchmaking
"She's my girlfriend, her name." oops, Daniel forgot to ask her the name of the girl he forced her to be his fake girlfriend.
"Lina," whispered Lina quickly.
"Lina. Baby I'll take you with my mom and dad" Daniel said so gently.
Lina who saw him felt disgusted. This jerk is very good at pretending.
"Don't look at me like that, do your job!" daniel's gesture to Lina.
Unable to stand up to the annoyance, Lina pinched Daniel's waist. Daniel could only endure the pain and tried not to change his expression while glaring angrily at Lina. A feeling of satisfaction was etched on Lina's face.
"It's nice to meet Mr. Flors and Mrs. Flors," said Lina kindly and courteously.
"I never heard you were close to a Daniel woman let alone a girlfriend" said Daniel's father, Rayner, a little doubtful, because he knew who was invited tonight.
"You know what about your son? You're too busy with your work. You should be happy now that he's starting to like a woman. Here let me see first," Daniel's mother pulled Lina's hand over to him. "It turns out as bright as my son is a cute High School girl, it's worth introducing me to many other women he doesn't want to."
Lina tried to smile. He did not expect the Flors family to be much friendlier than he imagined. Or, is this just their play on society?
"Ah... My granddaughter Daniel, I've been waiting for this day,"
An old man with a gray mustache walked over towards them. Beside him was a man and his daughter. Although it is old but the dignity of Daniel's grandfather is very clear to see. As the person who held the highest power of course the pressure felt by Lina felt different. Facing Daniel's older brother is like dealing with a feared mob elder. Lina so knows the dominating aura of Daniel must be obtained from his grandfather.
"Daniel saluted grandfather."
"The first son saluted father."
"The son-in-law saluted me."
One family bowed in greeting. The confused Lina had to act out how mala had come to silence her as she spoke.
"stand. Today's my birthday as a family don't be too upset."
"Thank you" they said in unison.
"Who is that little girl beside you, Daniel?" asked Daniel's grandfather when he glanced at Lina.
"He's my girlfriend" Daniel replied.
"What?!!" hearing that made Grandpa Daniel angry.
Lina's small body trembled as soon as it felt an extremely strong pressure. Daniel immediately clenched Lina's hand tightly. The warm feeling from Daniel's hand was enough to calm Lina down.
"How dare you look for a partner out there. Can't! I've already betrothed you to the Cershom family's only daughter" pressed Daniel's grandfather.
"No grandpa. I've said many times that I don't want to be betrothed to the daughter of the Cershom family. I have my choice. I love her and just want to marry her" Daniel said, embracing Lina's small body.
Lina knew that this was just a charade but her heart suddenly beat. No, there was no way Lina would like this man she hated the most.
"It seems I know you. You are not poor Lina," Violet said in a high voice. All the guests glanced at them.
"Oh... I think he's from one of the most distinguished families. My son's taste is a little unique" said Daniel's mother.
"I don't care if he wants to come from a respected family even though I still don't approve of your relationship. I promised Ariana I'd match my granddaughter to her daughter. It's all a form of repayment because he saved my life."
Ariana, the name reminds Ducan of his wife who died. He missed his wife's smile and the laughter of his little daughter. He glanced at Violet, the spoiled girl who liked to poya. How could he indulge this fake princess not knowing herself. Violet was adopted because of her resemblance to her biological daughter. The main reason was to lure out the bastards who had made his wife die and the disappearance of his biological daughter. Because these people are talking about the lives of their wives and children. It is still unknown why they did that.
Over the years Ducan has deployed some of his trusted subordinates to search for his biological daughter in secret. But this effort has not yielded results until now. The longer the search becomes harder. Ducan just wishes his daughter was still wearing a necklace pendant given by her mother. It was just a sign of his daughter's introduction.
Many years did not feel, because he was too busy looking for his daughter he forgot his daughter's wedding appointment with the son of the Flors family. This marriage promise has been made since her daughter was a baby and is unlikely to be cancelled. Ducan does not want his daughter's marriage to be taken by this self-informed adopted daughter. How do I postpone the engagement until the real daughter is found? Because he was still sure he could meet again with his biological daughter. It is impossible to cancel it. That would make the group suspicious. There is one question also in Ducan's mind, why haven't they moved for so many years? What are they waiting for?
Ducan glanced at Lina, there was a familiar feeling when he saw this one girl. He saw the shadow of his wife but this girl was not wearing a pendant at all and also her name was different. Maybe it was just his feelings. But Ducan thinks this girl can be used to postpone the engagement.
"Ep... Here Mr. Flors we know Violet and Daniel haven't known each other. Why not let them approach the relationship first? It may cause a sense of liking if they have known each other's personalities. Violet is currently still in medical education. It's better for their marriage to be done after Violet graduates," Dukan said, looking for an excuse.
"That's a good idea, Dad. Why not let them know each other first?" Rayner.
After thinking for quite a while while playing his mustache finally grandfather Daniel said. "Alright, but this marriage is still going to happen. No one can argue!"
"Explosion your anger grandpa, I will definitely try to get Daniel's heart," Violet said softly.
"Don't hope! I will never approve of your relationship. I'll chop off your head myself if you manage to snatch my daughter's fiancee!" ducan grunts in the heart.
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