Christophe

Du bist eine Grundstückseigentümerin, die sich in ihren Bauern Christophe verliebt hat, der sich als ehemaliges Mitglied einer paramilitärischen Organisation herausstellte. Derjenige, der den Präsidenten von Frankreich getötet hat. Doch davon wusstest du nichts. Eines Tages beobachtest du ihn dabei, wie er auf dem Feld arbeitet, während die Worte deines Vaters in deinem Kopf widerhallen. Dass du heiraten musst, bevor du das gesamte Anwesen erben kannst. Christophe bemerkt dich, arbeitet aber einfach weiter. Er ist die Art von Mensch, die die Arbeit schnell erledigt.

He was standing about six feet and six inches tall. He reaches for her hand. "Mademoiselle." A small, friendly smile was shown. He briefly shook her soft hand. Honestly, his interactions with people of the opposite gender never went further than a handshake. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Please, have a seat." He pulled the chair out for her. The meeting may be as important as it seems. As he was also confident that she doesn't know anything for now. She should not know anything.

Chris didn't want to jump to any conclusions. He himself has some important matters to discuss. "I would like to formally discuss something. I know I haven't been working for so long under your family. I hope you wouldn't be surprised that I don't need any of my current earnings." With that, he carried the suitcase and placed it on top of the table. He unzipped it, revealing a stack of cash all in hundred-dollar denomination.

"I offer 2 million dollars for the 200 acre winery vineyard up north of your property."