The president's seventh bride

Chapter 3: Choosing a wife

Colton's driver parked his car in front of a luxury villa designed to integrate the best of Chinese and

Western luxury. The villa covering an area of 1,000 square meters showed the wealth and dignity of the

family. Countless number of women has dreamed of getting in, even though those who went in

eventually came out.

Through the car window, Alicia's line of sight swept across all kinds of cars parked in front of the door. It

seemed that even on the last day, there were not fewer women who come to try their luck.

"Miss Joliot-Curie, please go in."

The driver Ben Lester opened the door for her and made a gesture.

She got out of the car and whispered, "Call me Alicia, if Holly hears you, you'll be scolded again."

There was only one Miss Joliot-Curie in their family, aka Mia Joliot-Curie.

The music fountain in the center of the villa ejected colorful water drops. With the ever-changing music,

Alicia moved forward slowly, and was led into the slant hall by two staffs in charge of the blind date

banquet. After registering her name, she, like all the women who came to be selected, patiently waited

to be summoned.

"The interview is starting soon. Please get ready. Don't rush to leave whether you get chosen or not, Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Mrs. Sara will entertain you all at noon."

When the person in charge finished speaking, he picked up the registration list and read the name of

the first candidate, "Zara Brown-Williams, please come with me."

A sweet-looking young woman followed him out of the slant hall with excitement, but within ten

minutes, she came back crying. She picked up her backpack, and left with shame and indignation...

Then, the second, the third... They all went in happily and came back crying, scaring all the women

who had not been interviewed. Their confidence was gone, and even the courage to walk out of the

slant hall was gone.

Among this group of nerve-wrecked women, only Alicia was calm. She didn't participate in their

guesses and discussions. As they were all discussing about how to deal with the rumored demons, she

sent a short message with her mobile phone.

Finally, it was her turn. Looking at the sympathetic eyes that turned to her, she didn't have the slightest

tension and uneasiness. She went out of the hall, the driver Ben was waiting at the door, he said "Miss,

this is what you want me to buy for you."

"Thank you."

She took it and followed the person in charge into a dark room.

The curtains were tightly drawn, blocking the bright light outside, and there was a dull atmosphere in

the room that made people unable to breathe without actually suffocating them.

On the left side of the room, there was a man with black straight hair sitting on a black leather chair. He

had oblique raised knife-shaped eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, with thin and lightly sipped

lips. He had an angular outline, slender and tall but not rugged figure. Like an eagle in the night, he

looked cold and proud but arrogant, despising the strength of heaven and earth.

Alicia looked at him with no fear. She calmly sat opposite him, opened the plastic bag in her hand, took

out a large bag of paper towels and put them on the table in front of him.

"What for?"

Obviously, her move was somewhat puzzling. The man raised his thick black knife-shaped eyebrows.

"To wipe the tears later."

She answered.

The man was stunned and laughed, "Do you think every woman who comes in will run out crying?"

"At least none of them went out with a smile."

"That's because I asked questions and their answers made me very, very dissatisfied."

"Does every woman who comes in have to answer your question?"

"Yes."

Alicia nodded, "OK, ask away."

"Do you know how many times I have been divorced?"

"Six times."

"Do you think a man who can't even manage his family well has the ability to run a company well?"

"I think it's possible, because emotional disputes have nothing to do with the ability to work. Chairman

Mao did not handle his family affairs well, but he still founded China."

An independent and insightful answer was both authentic and not flattery. This was in sharp contrast to

the previous women who only winked at him and had no opinion. Carlos couldn't help but look at her

twice and ask, "What's your name?"

"Alicia Joliot-Curie."

"You can get out now."

He didn't say if she passed or failed, but just shouted at the door, "Next."

"You will choose me, right?"

She didn't leave immediately, but stared at him and asked.

Carlos was very interested, "Why choose you? Give me a reason?"

"I am confident that I will be your last wife."

"Oh, my last wife?" He sneered and his eyes showed irony, "No woman has dared to make such an

arrogant statement in front of me."

"If you don't believe it, why don't you just try, unless you are afraid? I am really capable."

He laughed in an evil way. This really sparked his interest. "Well, I'll give you a chance for your

courage. But remember, it doesn't matter to me who I choose, because I won't love her."