The Matchmaker and the Billionaire (MBBC#11)

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Louise Rose

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Oh God, I can't believe I messed up.

Have I lost my touch when dealing with clients abroad? Surely not. It's just that Hendrix was way beyond. He's out of my league. He is strong and attractive, and his irresistible charm sets me apart. It felt like I had been struck by lightning when he stood in front of me. I was blown by the wind and out of my mind.

Now I have to prove to him that I am Rosy. He must believe in me!

"All I have are the records from six months ago, my dear. You can review them and reach out to each family to see if they're still interested. And if not, just cross them out of the list," Aunt Rosy yawned.

Despite the late hour, I couldn't ignore my responsibility. I had to resolve this before morning, or the weight of my mistakes would drive me to madness.

"I told you that it wouldn't be easy, Louise. Madame Violet's son is very picky. With so many broken engagements, it must be hard to find a match for him." She yawned again and rubbed her eyes.

My shoulder sagged. I felt sorry for waking her up. She should be dreaming by now.

"It's alright, Rosy. You can go to bed now." I stood up and grabbed my bag. I kissed her cold cheeks.

Rosy was still sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for me to leave. She was tired, and it seemed like she had a big day today with all the activities around her, keeping her busy. It was fun, she said to me.

"Why don't we return the deposit, Louise? I did not spend the money. You can check it in my account when you get home. You know my secret pin and everything, right?" she smiled, getting ready to lay back in bed.

"Yes, I know. I will check and think about it. Thank you, Rosy. . . I love you, and goodnight," I said, sending a flying kiss before closing her bedroom door.

The stars shone brightly as I sighed, facing the sky. At least the twinkling stars alleviated the tension and worry I felt at the moment.

I arrived home close to midnight and decided to make myself a soothing chamomile tea to help me sleep. And before going to bed, I logged in to Rosy's bank account and checked the money. My mouth partly parted when I saw the deposit Madam Violett made six months ago.

"Fifty grand? Woah... It seems like the old Madame was desperate to get her son into marriage," I murmured to myself.

That's the only money left in Rosy's account. Many of the deposited transactions on records Rosy's done were all for me. I ended up scrolling back five years and calculated the estimated amount of money Rosy spent on me while I was in university. That's not all. She also spent a lot of money when I had just started my apprenticeship.

I felt guilty and, at the same time, sorry for her. She's done a lot for me, and I'm very thankful for that. I owe her my life. That's what I feel right now. She's my mother... my only one.

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"Shella! Oh, my goodness. Look at you?"  I embraced Shella tightly. We hadn't seen each other since I left Eden for Singapore. Although we often communicate through emails, seeing her personally in fthe lesh is diverse.

"You are stunning, Louise! My God?" She glanced at me from head to toe. I shook my head, letting out a small laugh at her comment.

"And you are still into boots, girl!" One of her eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Oh well, there are things that are hard to change. It's my trademark," I proudly responded.

"Certainly is." She chuckled.