Chapter 83

Bailey had endured a long match-making session from the moment she'd woken up until now. Her mother had seized the opportunity to nag at her about getting married.

The well-dressed woman with plump skin beside Bailey was the latter's mother, Cynthia Fletcher.

Cynthia was the matriarch and queen in their family's social pyramid. Nobody dared to mess with her.

She urged, "Come, dearest daughter of mine. What do you think about this one?"

She raised the tablet's screen toward Bailey. "The young man's the nephew of Helena Loyle, a friend of mine. He works for the government. He has a stable job and comes from a decent family. The best part? His family members don't have complicated or messy backgrounds."

Bailey couldn't be bothered to look at the young man's photo. He was the 18th person Cynthia had presented to her. She had to admit that Cynthia's patience was formidable.

Not to mention, Cynthia had incredible social connections with various friends' sons, nephews, cousins, and t