Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

After finishing her speech, Flora Tiarks added, “My uncle is a hot, single, diamond bachelor!”

The only downside is that he can be too frugal!

Everyone burst into laughter at this comment.

Rachel Barton then asked, “Mr. White, do you have any specific requirements for a girlfriend?”

Mr. White, who had been quiet all along, said, “Don’t listen to Flora’s nonsense.”

“What nonsense?” Flora snorted, “If you don’t find me an aunt soon, you’re going to die alone!”

Rachel giggled.

It was clear that the uncle and niece had a close relationship.

Flora winked at Rachel, teasing, “My mom once told me my uncle only needs his girlfriend to be a female. He’s the only descendant from my grandmother’s side, so he can’t fail to continue the family line.”

This remark made everyone laugh even louder.

Rachel glanced secretly at the man sitting across from her.

She was reminded of a poem.

The prince should be a painting, but I alone know the ferry.

Surely he cannot be a worldly person as he seems to come from far beyond the horizon.

She had never been this emotionally stirred by a man before.

Such a peculiar feeling.

No wonder they call it love at first sight.

She thought, she might be experiencing it right now.

Today was definitely her lucky day.

First, she received news from her parents, now she met someone who made her heart beat faster.

Rachel was all smiles, a gleam in her eyes.

At nine in the evening.

Everyone said their goodbyes and returned home.

Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight were picked up by their family cars.

Rachel lived nearby and walked home.

Viola Thompson continued to cycle home.

Mr. White and Flora caught a taxi.

Mr. White owned a villa in River City.

Quickly.

The taxi came to a stop in front of the villa.

“The fare comes to 18.5,” said the driver.

Mr. White looked at the meter, “Isn’t it 18.45?”

The driver was speechless, “It’s just five cents difference, man! What can you get with one cent nowadays? I rounded it up to make giving change easier.”

“If you round it down to 18, it would be easier to give change,” Mr. White continued, “What you’re doing isn’t right. One customer out five cents, what about ten customers? Or a hundred? Day after day, how much extra money would that make?”

Driver:

He wouldn’t have guessed this man was so calculative from his appearance.

Scoffing at every five cents.

Without further ado, Mr. White took out his phone, scanned a QR code and transferred the exact fare.

18.45.

Not a cent more, or less.

Listening to the sound of money received, the driver shrugged, stepped on the gas and drove away.

Flora also felt speechless, “Uncle, aren’t you being a bit too tight-fisted!”

Nickel and diming over five cents.

“This isn’t being tight-fisted, this is being principled,” Mr. White replied, “What’s mine is mine. Why should someone else take even five cents that’s mine? Today’s five cents becomes a buck tomorrow, and two bucks the next.”

Flora:

As they entered the house, Mr. White suddenly spoke, “I’m sending you the bill via WhatsApp.”

“What bill?”

Knowing her uncle’s quirky behavior, but she didn’t spend any of his money today, so where would there be a bill?

Flora was bewildered.

“We’re splitting the taxi fare,” Mr. White glanced at Flora, “Just because I’m your uncle doesn’t mean you can take advantage of me.”

Flora: ” ” She should have seen it coming.

A moment later, Flora took out her phone and sent Mr. White her share of the fare.

It was 7.225 Yuan in total.

Flora round it up and transferred 8 Yuan.

Suddenly, Mr. White instantly transferred back the 0.775 Yuan balance.

He then walked over to the balcony on the second floor, proudly waving his phone at Flora, “I’m not the kind of person who takes advantage of others and I’m not as stingy as you think.”

Flora:

Oh, really.

Back in his room, Mr. White sat down on the sofa and placed his hand over his heart.

For some reason, his heartbeat began to speed up.

And his breaths turned short.

Had he caught some killer disease?

Or could it be a heart problem?

Mr. White quickly pulled out his phone and searched: Sudden increased heartbeat, difficulty breathing, what disease is this?

Most of the results started from cancer.

Mr. White was scared and instantly put down his phone.

He wondered if he needed to go to the hospital tomorrow.

He had been saving money for most of his life, he had not found a wife yet, if he did have cancer, who would he leave his fortune to?

On the other side.

The Lentz Clan household.

Eleanor Armstrong looked at Terrence Lentz, and said earnestly, “You must get along well with Viola. She is a good kid, don’t make her angry, okay?”