Todos los capítulos de Finding Mr. Perfect: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

“We don’t know what that is, and we are not from Canada,” Freya said, presenting their passports.“And the money came from one of my accounts, bank number ending in 053546,” Kenneth added.“There’s clearly a mismatch somewhere, and we apologize for the confusion,” Crisanto said, glancing at the other folders scattered across the counter. He let out a quiet sigh before returning his attention to the couple.“Our reservations office is based on the mainland, and they sent these printed files along with your speedboat transfer. Unfortunately, like us, they currently have no means of communication. Rest assured, we will clarify everything during tomorrow’s scheduled transfer back to the mainland.”He continued, “Now, regarding the deposit—our sincere apologies, but we can’t process credit cards at the moment. Our terminal is down due to the outage. There’s no need for you to pay a deposit now; we can collect it later when the cellular tower is fixed. But it also means you’ll have to pay ca

Kenneth was ready for his revenge, but while Kirk was still in the air, somewhere, the couple decided to use their time wisely on the local island. After all, this was in Kenneth’s original plan. This was the reason why they didn’t bring an assistant or a bodyguard.With Crisanto as their guide, they dropped by the street vendors and bought some souvenirs and local delicacies. Everything was so cheap, many items costing no more than fifty cents. And her husband? He dared to haggle with the price!At one point, they happily bought ten coconuts for fifty cents each while Crisanto excused himself to relieve his bladder. When he returned, Freya bragged about her coconut purchase.She said, “Crisanto! I bought really cheap coconut! In our country, one shell costs about five dollars! I got them for fifty cents! Ahhhh!”“And hubby here even managed to get two free coconuts! Buy six, get two free!” Freya was over the moon. Going around the island, she had never bought anything so cheap in her

“Mr. Wright, Sir!” Kirk burst into the resort lobby, panting like he had just outrun a stampede of wild bulls. He was dragging two massive luggage bags that looked like they’d been through customs and combat.Behind him, four men in black suits and sunglasses marched in like they were auditioning for a spy movie, each carrying equally oversized bags. Four more guarded the private yacht at the jetty. Yes, yacht! Because Kirk had rented the entire thing just to transfer the money.“Mr. Wright, Sir—” Kirk wheezed, bent down, hands on knees. “I swear on my mother’s blood pressure, I need a raise.”Still gasping, he handed Kenneth a pristine checkbook like it was a cursed treasure. “Here’s your checkbook, Sir. You can issue as many billions as your heart desires. I only brought one billion!”“But do you have any idea how insane it is to cash in one billion dollars?” He looked offended. “Pardon me for my choice of words, but are you messing with me?”“That’s over fifty luggage bags! Fifty!”

It was late evening, and stars sparkled in the sky, their light gently reflecting on the calm waves of the private beach.Candles flickered around Freya and Kenneth, some embedded in the sand, others nestled in glass holders. Their warm light shimmered softly, swaying with the passing breeze. A thick blanket had been laid out carefully, layered with cozy throws and plush pillows, inviting the couple to sink into comfort and quiet.Beside them, a bottle of wine and fresh juice chilled in the sand, surrounded by a spread of ripe fruit, a variety of cheese, and, at Kenneth’s insistence, balut.It was an unexpected contrast that made Freya laugh.The air smelled of salt and something sweet she couldn’t name. And as they leaned closer under the stars, their laughter softened into stillness, and the space between them disappeared. It felt less like a moment and more like the start of something neither of them could stop.Kenneth had a few glasses of wine. He suddenly climbed over Freya and

“I discovered a world-renowned doctor, specializing in allergies, and I received IV treatments for it while you guys were away!” Alistair raised both his hands, saying, “I swear, I’m cured! I'm allergy-free!"“Watch me.” Alistair gulped down the wine. After that, he smiled and said to Freya, “I’m cured!”Freya raised a brow. She leaned closer and asked, “You have got to tell me who this doctor is. You know, just in case!”“Um—” Alistair made a face. Then another, and another. He said, “Sure, one day, I’ll give it to you. The calling card is in my office. It’s inconvenient right now.”Inner Devil: 'What’s wrong with him?' Inner Devil 2: 'I don’t know, but I still think he is hot. Hehe!'Their conversation was cut short because Freya saw Kenneth shaking hands with the king on stage. She straightened her back, smiled, and focused on her husband.Aldrich had placed the medal on Kenneth. Then, they both turned to the camera with smiles for the picture. After that, a server walked up the s