My Girlfriend Chases My Billionaire Dad
During a road trip with my girlfriend, we accidentally collided with a limousine.
Just as we were joking about having to pay an outrageous sum in compensation, the owner stepped out of the car. He greeted us warmly, asked if we were hurt, and even insisted we didn't need to pay a dime.
But that simple gesture sparked a huge misunderstanding in my girlfriend's mind.
At the proposal ceremony, she flat-out rejected me, ran to the restroom, and called her best friend to vent.
"They're both Vanders, but Josh is a penniless loser, and Alexander is the richest man in the city!
"The fortune teller said my true love's surname is Vander. If that's the case, why can't it be the richest man instead of Josh?
"I looked it up. That car owner is Alexander. And he didn't even want me to pay for rear-ending him. He must have fallen in love with me at first sight!
"In love, there's no such thing as first come, first served. I won't accept Josh's proposal. I'm going to marry the richest man!"
A shiver ran through me. My years of devotion to her had moved only me.
What she didn't know was that the 'richest man' she was dreaming of marrying wasn't anyone else—he was my father.