"Mr. Taylor... Mr. Taylor."
The security guard at the gate was dumbstruck: wasn't today Mr. Taylor's engagement ceremony?
Flynn Taylor paid no attention to anyone as he stepped into the CEO's private elevator.
With a 'ding', the elevator stopped at the top floor; he stepped out, his heavy footsteps echoing in the quiet of the night.
He pushed open the door, no need to turn on the lights, the snow's reflection made the office bright.
He walked to the sofa and lay down.
That day, his proposal was successful.
His grandmother was so angry she was practically hammering him with her fists, saying, "You little stinker, such a good girl, why play this hidden marriage game? Why play this hidden marriage game?"
"Grandma, you saw it, she agreed to marry your grandson for money too."
"She's not that kind of person, she must have her reasons for wanting money."
"Grandma, who is your grandson after all?"
