"Be my woman, and all of this will be yours."
She looked with disdain at the luxury cars, villas, jewelry, and designer clothes laid out before her. With a mocking smile, she challenged him. "Sorry, I only follow the strong."
The next second, the gold card he tossed into the air traced a graceful arc and landed squarely in the trash can.
He was a business legend who could call the wind and summon the rain, a man who could do anything, yet she had the nerve to dismiss him!
That woman was asking for trouble. She couldn’t handle the consequences of making him angry!
If she wouldn’t cooperate willingly, then he’d just have to go all the way and carry her straight home!
"You bastard, keep dreaming! I’d rather die than marry you!" she snapped, glaring at him.
He flashed a wicked smile and drove the silver Rolls-Royce carrying her straight to the church. "I’m best at turning the impossible into reality."
