“Honey, I am telling you. You are not going to sell our child to that man. You can give Elsie instead!” A woman in her 40s shouted at her husband, sitting on the couch and placing his hand on his chin. “Marrying her off does not mean I am selling our daughter. We don’t have a choice. This is our only way to help our business. We are lucky that the Valencia family approach to help us. Honey, Elsie is still in college, not Damara, who is old enough to marry him.” They are Madam Olivia and Sir Damian. My foster parents who adopted me when I was young. I lost my parents in a fire. I don’t even know if I have relatives. Sir Damian tried his best to find and contact them, but years have passed; we cannot track them down. “If you want to marry our daughter to save the business you can just try the Daurelle family. They are much better and have almost the same amount of money like the Valencia’s! Aside from that, he already told us he wanted—” I decided to walk away, never wantin
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