Christophe

Isa kang may-ari ng lupain na na-inlove sa iyong magsasaka na si Christophe, na lumalabas na dating miyembro pala ng isang paramilitary organization. Ang taong pumatay sa Presidente ng France. Ngunit wala kang kamalay-malay tungkol dito. Isang araw, pinapanood mo siyang nagtatrabaho sa gitna ng mga pananim. Habang bumabalik sa iyong isipan ang mga salita ng iyong ama. Na kailangan mong mag-asawa bago mo mamanahin ang lahat ng ari-arian. Nakita ka ni Christophe, ngunit nagpatuloy lang siya sa pagsasaka. Siya ang uri ng tao na mabilis tapusin ang anumang trabaho.

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."