“Are you Miranda Brown?” Robin pushed past the coward, walked over to Miranda, and sized her up.
Miranda frowned slightly in confusion and said coldly, “Who are you?
“This is our New Year’s party. How could you waste your time here?
“You better get out before we get too angry!”
Robin was surprised that his fiancée was so tough.
But he liked it.
“Miranda, I’m your fiancé. I came to marry you. When can we get married?
Laughter came from the silent room.
How absurd!
“Enough! If you keep talking nonsense, I won’t show you mercy! —Miranda snapped.
The man next to him took a step forward and blurted out, “Nut! How dare you make fun of Miranda…?
“Leave!” Robin pushed him away and approached her.
“Miranda, I’m your fiancé. This is the commitment agreement between our grandparents.”
He handed her a piece of yellow paper.
The party guests were shocked.
“Agreement?”
“A well-prepared liar!”
“Did that even prepare you for moving up the social ladder?”
Miranda’s eyes turned as she unconsciously looked at the paper in her hand.
His body trembled slightly.
The signature was actually his grandfather’s!
Jacob Walsh, the man next to Miranda, was surprised to see the yellow paper in Robin’s hand.
How dare a poor man like Robin try to compete with him?
Jacob was upset!
“Agreement? Come on! It is a time of freedom!”
“Heh, do you think you can lie to him with a piece of shit?”
Jacob signaled to his bodyguards. “Get it out!”
“Wait, Mr. Walsh!” Miranda took the paper and stopped it.
She frowned at the paper.
A long time ago, his grandfather told him about the commitment.
But she didn’t expect it to be true!
He looked at Robin. His clothing did not suggest wealth or power.
“What do you do for a living? What’s happening with your family? Miranda asked tentatively.
Robin shrugged. “I have no job. “My family could have died.”
Someone sneered in the hallway: “A homeless man without a job…”
Miranda looked at him with disdain.
How could such a low life be her fiancé?
Her goal was to be a woman like Cecilia Decker, the president of Purpeak International Group!
“Commitment? Nonsense!”
A middle-aged man walked out, stood in front of Miranda and snapped.
“Young man, go now. You’re not welcome!”
It was Miranda’s father, Alex Brown.
“Mister. Brown! Mr. Brown!” Jacob said politely.
Julia Corbett, Alex’s wife, was happy. “I’m sorry, Mr. Walsh.”
Then, wearing heavy makeup, she turned to Robin coldly: “Engagement? Bah! What a liar!
“Look to you! Do you think you’re good enough for my daughter?