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The Billionaire’s Checkmate Novel Chapter 522

Billionaire’s Match By Tangy Candy Novel Chapter 522

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Read Billionaire’s Match By Tangy Candy Novel Chapter 522 – Chapter 522 Michael did not know how to explain himself. He was genuinely nervous, afraid that Winnie would think he was trying to cling to her again. But when she heard him repeatedly emphasize the word ” misunderstanding,” her heart went completely cold. Michael quickly changed the subject and asked about what she had not finished saying earlier. Winnie smiled wryly. “There’s another way too… | can get married.” Michael’s pupils trembled slightly. His lips parted, but before he could speak, Winnie patted his arm again. “So, could | trouble you to keep an eye out for me?

See if there’s anyone suitable and introduce me for a blind date or two? “My standards aren’t high. Just one thing-he needs to have some standing in Goldmont, at least someone the Olson family can’t push around.” She said it with a smile, but every word was icy, like hailstones pounding against Michael’s heart. He hesitated, as if only now understanding. “So all this time, —- you’ve been dating people… for the sake of marriage?” “Yeah.” Winnie smiled indifferently and turned away, lifting a hand in a casual wave. “Then… you don’t have any feelings for those men?” Michael asked tightly.

Winnie replied flatly, “Of course not. I’m not some hopeless romantic. How much feeling could | have for someone I’ve only known a few days? Besides, how would someone like me ever run into true love?” Michael’s jaw shifted. It felt as though a breath he had been holding deep in his chest for years finally escaped-yet the aftertaste was bitter.

 

He asked again, “Then why haven’t you looked for a marriage partner these past few years?” Ever since his accident, he had never heard of Winnie having another boyfriend For a time, Michael had truly believed she had washed her hands of her old ways and turned over a new leaf. Winnie said, “| never found the right one.

Back then, | was too immature-| didn’t realize how fragile all those so-called relationships were.” —- Either the men were too green and got scared off by a few words from the Olson family, or they were too weak and vanished from Goldmont the moment the Olson family made a move. Winnie had heard from Veronica that the breakup money her “ex- boyfriends” had taken from the Olson family was probably enough to last her several lifetimes. Michael’s throat tightened. He almost blurted out-What about me? Why, even now, was it still not his turn?

Did she really dislike him that much-that she could marry just anyone, but not him? “In Goldmont, the family the Olsons can’t easily touch is the Morrison family,” Michael said in a low voice. Winnie froze for a moment. She did not think much of it-the Morrison family had vast assets and many relatives; it was not as if Michael were the only eligible one. “Oh? Have you thought of someone suitable?” “Lhave,” he said. “And | think you can guess who.” His voice carried no emotion, light as a breeze, yet it stirred —- ripples in her heart. Winnie turned back. “Michael… you?” “Yes, me.

In the Morrison family, is there anyone more suitable than lam?” At first, Winnie had only been hesitant. She had not expected him to say it outright. “Are you joking? If you fake-marry me, your dad would really die of anger.” She gave a short laugh, but Michael stepped in front of her. The air around him suddenly grew still, his presence heavy and serious-nothing like a joke. “It wouldn’t be a fake marriage,” he said. “It would be a real one.” The words fell abruptly, and it was as if someone had struck the strings of Winnie’s heart hard.

Michael looked at her quietly, his gaze calm and steady.

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