The Matchmaker and the Billionaire (MBBC#11)

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Saxe Hendrix Mondragon

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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 Greenburg." She turned around, wiping her hands on the side of her pants. I quickly followed her, looking in each direction, making sure that Axton was not in the area.

"Don't worry, Axton is taking a shower."

She made her way to the kitchen, where the maids efficiently cleaned up the mess. They worked diligently like robots, and within a minute, the entire place was spotless. Elle reached for the cold lemonade on the table and took a sip.

"Thank you, Maria!" She raised the glass and finished it. "Oh, that was good." She spun around and untied the apron, and one of the maids promptly handed her a fresh set of clothes.

"I need to take a shower before Axton finishes. Just wait in the garden. I'll be there in five minutes!" She hurriedly ran towards the bathroom.

I sighed. She didn't even give me time to explain that I couldn't stay here longer because my mother was coming to the estate tonight for dinner.

I head outside, checking the garden. I smile in silence when I see the majestic fountain in this part. I remember the day the first time I saw Eleanor. She was captivating, young, and innocent. When my father introduced me to her, she couldn't even believe I existed. She was amazed.

"I'm done!"

Her voice interrupted my imagination, and I turned to see her approaching. Her hair was still wet, and she wrapped it in a towel, twisting it into a bun.

"Here. Take this." She handed me something. It was a G-Dragon. It is the same color as mine, but this one has no initial.

"I never thought you've got an extra?"

"Well, I managed to keep one for myself. However, that one doesn't have your initial... Liam gave me this as a replacement for yours. However, it's not the same as yours. You need to find yours. I won't forgive you if you can't find it."

"Yes, I know," my shoulder dropped. "I will look around the mansion. Maybe I left it there. Thank you for this. I will return this soon," I said, putting the G-Dragon inside my pocket.

"By the way, Madame Violette is searching for a professional matchmaker with a dignified reputation."

My forehead creased. Why the hell is my mother looking for a matchmaker now? Is she looking for a husband?

"What for? Is she dating?" My lips form a thin line.

She laughed, adjusting her skirt. "Are you kidding me? Your mother isn't dating. It's for you!"