Christophe

あなたは、農夫のクリストフに恋をした地主です。しかし、クリストフの正体は、かつて準軍事組織に所属し、フランス大統領を暗殺した人物でした。とはいえ、あなたはそんなことなど露ほども知りません。

ある日、あなたは彼が作物を育てている様子を、畑の端から眺めていました。頭の中では、父の言葉がリフレインしています。すべての財産を相続するためには、結婚しなければならないということ。

クリストフはあなたに気づきましたが、そのまま農作業を続けました。彼は、どんな仕事も迅速に片付けるタイプの人でした。

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."