All Chapters of The Billionaire's Substitute Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Saxe Hendrix Mondragon .Damn, this challenge. It's a kid's game, but here I am, becoming one of them."Have you lost it?" Elle looked at me suspiciously. Her face and shirt were coated in thick flour, and a few specks of glue were mixed with paper cuttings in her hair. She was in a grave mess, and I knew who was the culprit."I'm pretty sure it was in my pocket." I kept checking my pockets, and there was no way I had lost it."Damn! Did I drop it?" My shoulder sagged. Now, that little lunatic will grill me tonight."You dropped it? Oh God, Hendrix!" she grunts, rolling her eyes in frustration. "Axton will kill you."I paused, considering whether it had slipped out of my pocket, then bit my lower lip while placing both hands on my hips. "I think it jumped out of my pocket, Elle," I said sarcastically."What the. . . Are you kidding me? That was special, you know. Liam made it. It was a limited edition of G-Dragon. It was made of gold! I can't believe you lost it, Hendrix. Poor Greenb

Louise Rose.I kept pacing back and forth, thinking of the best solution to this.The amount of money is more than enough to repair the house and sustain Aunt Rosy's medication for two years. That's not bad. Where could we get a deal like that just for matchmaking? It's not bad at all."I'll do it! Let me do it, Rosy.""Oh no. Not you, Louise. You don't know how to do this. It's not as easy as what you think it is."I lowered myself to level into her face. "Look, Rosy, the money we will get is more than enough to renovate the house.""In the next two years, I don't have to worry about your medicine. That will cover it. I know you can no longer do it because of your situation. But hey, I am here. It's not like I have not seen the process.""I've seen you interact with many clients in your matchmaking business, and I can do it!" I've probably got the widest smile now. I have a strong fighting spirit, and I'm confident I can handle the job.She sighed and looked at me with concern. "Mad

Louise Rose.Oh God, I can't believe I messed up.Have I lost my touch when dealing with clients abroad? Surely not. It's just that Hendrix was way beyond. He's out of my league. He is strong and attractive, and his irresistible charm sets me apart. It felt like I had been struck by lightning when he stood in front of me. I was blown by the wind and out of my mind.Now I have to prove to him that I am Rosy. He must believe in me!"All I have are the records from six months ago, my dear. You can review them and reach out to each family to see if they're still interested. And if not, just cross them out of the list," Aunt Rosy yawned.Despite the late hour, I couldn't ignore my responsibility. I had to resolve this before morning, or the weight of my mistakes would drive me to madness."I told you that it wouldn't be easy, Louise. Madame Violet's son is very picky. With so many broken engagements, it must be hard to find a match for him." She yawned again and rubbed her eyes.My should

Louise Rose.I was lucky. I was right in time.I had already planned my morning, but a call from Aunt Rosy's clinic made me panic. She had a fall. Luckily, it wasn't bad. I ran to check on her first before coming here. I don't want to have a conversation with Hendrix, and my mind is out of nowhere thinking of Rosy. This matchmaking is crucial to me, and I don't want to commit any mistakes.I cleared my throat, smiled, and glanced at him silently while sipping my water, having finished half of it.His brows waggle as he quickly turns over the pages from next to another. He was serious as hell, and it started to scare the living daylight of me.Don't tell me there's none of it on the list. None of them caught his interest. Oh, God! I did not do the research. It would have taken me ages to do it myself! I was only using the list that was still active from Rosy's last service. They're all good. Those ladies are still young, and some are much younger than me.Finally, after a minute, he

Saxe Hendrix.I reviewed all the details about each of the women that Rosy emailed me about. There were ten of them, and all of them were from elite families.My mother was right. Rosy can provide the best candidates around if you are looking for a wife. But none of them matter to me. I'm resolute in my search for someone who shares the same dream as I do, someone who values love and companionship over societal status.I was already dreading the upcoming meetings. Rosy had organized specific plans for each date, leaving me with nothing to do but follow her lead. I guess I'll be okay with that. I will just go with the flow. I'm uninterested anyway.The first one is Vivian, the daughter of one of the great merchants from Gildsburgh. The second one is Cristelle, the daughter of the Williams empire. The third is Jenny, the daughter of BillandCo, and so on and so forth. Most of them have their names, and none of the candidates are below the average line. None of them are on the average, a