The Contract Marriage of Two Billionares

ccurred in San Diego. It was due to the foggy weather in the surrounding hills that the car they were driv

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My mom and dad died in an accident while they were preparing for their wedding anniversary party. The

my head slowly. My eyes were puffy, and I could

r's most loyal assistant. He had worked in this house for al

of Mr. and Mrs. have arrived at the

my seat. I n

cle. We'll leave imm

ka

oat that was sitting on the center sofa. Before long, I had arrived

ollowed by Uncle Scott and some assistants who often accompanied me. In front

ela. Introduce me. I'm Phil. I'm in charge of receiv

ded his hand to me,

s. Is there anything we

s card; if you need help, you can contact me or the LAPD police sta

Be careful o

lowed by Uncle Scott. The cop looke

aid they were found two hours before the news on televisio

o me. "I've prepared a funeral s

e. They only sent a text message earlier.

nodded. "Y

private tomorrow. No reporters, celebrities, or colleagues would come. I did

opened the car door. I woke u

st smiled and nodded. His face looked very

, ma

stopped my steps before climbi

iss." I nodded slowly. There was sti

you, Uncle. Ha

remely tired today. After cleaning up, I laid my tired body down on the bed. I trie

dad, good n

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k kn

up with puffy, reddened eyes. I couldn't seem to get o

ho used to wake me up. I glanced at the small clock on m

a moment. Thank you!" I sh

, mi

rning, I couldn't cry anymore. I did last night after coming home

er who woke me up stood beside me. She poured a glas

e a little late," the waiter hal

in Linz have any news?" The waitress next to

cott. But there'

pened. The uncles and aunts of the Harvey and Hurby extended families never cared abou

you, aunt

e changing the subject. I shook my head. My breakfast

e Scott comes, please let him know," I tol

, ma

ood up to attend mom and dad's funeral. I was in tear

re clenched into fists against the pain. Uncle Scott knew that I could no longer stand com

his warm embrace. To me, he wa

ead. "Don't be sad anymore. You

" I complained to Uncle Scott

an uncle accompa

et go of his embrace to smile at the middle-aged figure I had come to think

I smiled back at him and r

you, mom