Finding the suitable one

The next morning, Mr. Nelson was on his way to attend a charity gala organized by some of the country's most influential business personalities. Sitting comfortably in the back seat of his luxurious car, he was scrolling through some important emails on his phone while his driver carefully navigated through the busy streets.

As the car approached the building where the event was being held, something outside caught his attention.

Near the entrance, a young woman in her twenties was standing by the roadside, distributing pamphlets and flyers to passers-by. She was dressed simply, yet there was something incredibly charming about her appearance. Her long hair gently moved with the breeze, and her innocent smile seemed to brighten the otherwise busy surroundings.

Mr. Nelson, who rarely paid attention to strangers, found himself staring at her for a few moments longer than usual.

She was undeniably beautiful.

For the first time that morning, he completely forgot about the emails on his phone. His eyes followed her movements as she politely approached people and offered them the pamphlets.

Suddenly, his mother's words from the previous evening flashed through his mind.

A slow, mischievous smirk appeared on his lips as an idea crossed his mind.

"Well, Mother, looks like you might finally get what you want," he murmured to himself.

However, his intentions were far from romantic.

He immediately instructed his driver to continue towards the venue and made a mental note of the girl's appearance and location.

After attending the gala, he returned to his office and summoned one of his trusted men.

"I want you to find out everything about a girl I saw this morning. She was distributing pamphlets near the entrance of the charity gala building. Get me her complete details, including her family background, financial situation, and everything else. I want the information on my desk within two days," he ordered.

"Certainly, sir," the man replied before leaving his office.

Mr. Nelson leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest as he thought about his plan. If he could convince the girl to accompany him to the family gathering, his mother would finally stop bothering him about marriage. At least, that was what he intended to achieve.

Two days later, the information he had requested was placed on his desk.

Her name was Ms. Clara.

She had only one family member, her father, who had recently fallen seriously ill and was receiving treatment at a hospital. Due to their difficult financial circumstances, Clara had been forced to discontinue her studies and start working to arrange money for her father's medical expenses.

She was struggling to make ends meet, taking up whatever work she could find to ensure that her father received proper treatment.

Mr. Nelson carefully read through every detail in the report. As he reached the final page, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Her situation seemed to work perfectly in his favor.

He wanted someone who would not question his decisions, someone timid enough to follow his instructions, and someone who would stand beside him as his wife whenever required in front of the outside world. He had absolutely no interest in emotional attachments or romantic complications.

And Ms. Clara seemed to be exactly the kind of person he was looking for.

He placed the file on his desk and pressed the intercom button.

"Ask my secretary to come in."

Within a few moments, his secretary entered the office.

"Did you call me, sir?"

Mr. Nelson looked up from the file and gave her a cold, calculating smile.

"I have a small assignment for you. I want you to arrange a meeting with a girl named Clara. Make sure everything is planned properly. I want her to understand my offer, and I want her agreement before the family gathering this weekend."

"Certainly, sir. May I know what the offer is about?" she asked cautiously.

"That is something I will explain when the time comes. For now, just make the necessary arrangements."

His secretary nodded and left the room.

Mr. Nelson picked up the file once again and glanced at Clara's photograph attached to it.

He had already decided what he wanted, and he was not someone who accepted a refusal easily.

A plan was beginning to take shape in his mind. He would approach her carefully, use her circumstances to his advantage, and make an offer she would find almost impossible to refuse.

After all, Mr. Nelson was accustomed to getting whatever he wanted.