My Boyfriend Pretended to Be Poor to Teach Me a Lesson, But Panicked When I Agreed to an Arranged Marriage

Under the unforgiving midday sun, I was on a delivery run, carrying a customized Western meal worth a whopping eighty-eight thousand, eight hundred and eighty-eight dollars.

When I reached the mansion gates, I heard bursts of laughter from inside.

“She actually believes you’re a failed entrepreneur, slaving away at odd jobs every day to support you?”

“I heard she even sold her grandmother’s heirlooms for your eighth startup.”

“If she knew you were the high-and-mighty scion of Ford Industries, deliberately faking poverty to make Briar happy, she’d probably pass out from rage.”