"Dad, but Zoey really likes Dirk Carter."
Nora Hughes said resentfully.
Miles Hughes glared and decisively said, "In families like ours, it's not about liking or not liking, it's about suitability. This matter is settled."
"But Dad... how am I supposed to explain this to Zoey?"
Nora asked.
Miles waved his hand and said, "No need to explain, I've already arranged a matchmaking session for Zoey."
At this point.
A wave of sadness rose in Nora's heart.
She had known since childhood that women born into aristocratic families have no love.
Their marriages are forever the weapons in the hands of the elders. At that moment, she felt a sense of delight for herself and sorrow for Zoey...
Eleven in the morning.
Rexton City Airport.
Dirk Carter had just emerged from the exit.
When he saw four or five police officers and four or five people dressed as prosecutors waiting at the entrance.
