The Billionaire SC Preface

Zebedee Glenn Mondragon

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My brows furrowed as I read my mother's note. I scoffed and slightly smirked.

Yeah, I'm so sick of it. Dammit.

I unbutton my black suit and hang it on the dry rack. Then, I stride down the hallway to the spacious kitchen.

The lavish fridge, which was like a wall, seemed like nothing around the place, but with a single tap on the side, you could almost see what was inside.

"Damn, Morris," I mouthed and drank the sparkling water.

I don't know how to answer my mother this time. I refused to respond, and I knew she would never give up.

Hell, do I look like an old bachelor of all time?

I must be.

Four failed engagements and two long years of hiatus on women make me look like an old bachelor. I shook my head, imagining my mother's face.

It's a reaper. This is Morris's fault. This should be him and not me. Damn, him.

"Do I look like an old bachelor to you, big Mors?"

Kausap ko siya sa kabilang linya at komportable ang pagkakaupo ko sa malambot na sofa. Naka-on ang