Her sleazy brother-in-law kept harassing her, leaving her terrified and desperate.
Her best friend set her up with a top-tier prospect.
A man in a tailored suit sat in the teahouse—his brow sharp as if carved by a master brush, and even the glint of his cufflink as he turned a page screamed old-money polish.
"Flash marriage?"
Coffee cups clinked. Joanna Bridges froze, staring at the matching pinky ring on his finger. "Mr. Thornton, this joke—"
"Thirty property deeds, six-figure monthly cash flow, three generations of spotless records." He tapped the digital certificates on his screen. "Most importantly—I've had a crush on you since forever."
That night, her drunk brother-in-law pounded on her door again. Joanna fumbled for her phone through tears. "Mr. Thornton! Civil Affairs Bureau, nine sharp tomorrow—I'll be there!"
