Marry Me or You Will Be Robbed

The airport was bustling with people, and a sweet female voice echoed over the intercom, announcing flight schedules.

As the plane from California landed in City A, passengers flooded out in a hurry.

A slender girl emerged from the terminal, dragging her suitcase behind her. She wore a T-shirt with English letters printed on it, paired with dark blue pencil pants. Her naturally wavy hair was tied into a ponytail.

With fair skin, a tall and slender figure, and an aura of cleanliness and serenity, she stood out in the crowd.

John, who had come to pick her up, spotted her immediately and quickly stepped forward to take her suitcase. "Second Young Lady."

Delia glanced around. Besides John, there was no one else there to greet her. A faint, self-mocking smile appeared on her lips.

Perhaps she had been abroad for too long-so long that no one even remembered she existed.

But that was fine. There was still plenty of time ahead.

Once they left the airport, Delia got into the car and closed her eyes to rest. John placed her suitcase in the trunk, then got into the driver's seat. Looking at her resting figure through the rearview mirror, he hesitated.

Before he came, the eldest young lady had instructed him to take Delia to the Anderson family for dinner. However, he still needed to ask for her opinion.

Seeing that she had closed her eyes, he assumed she was asleep and chose not to speak. He started the car and merged into the traffic.

After a more than ten-hour flight, Delia felt drowsy as soon as she got into the car. However, it wasn't long before she was startled awake by the sharp blaring of car horns.

Noticing that the car was at a standstill, she glanced out the window. They were in the heart of the bustling city. Crowds filled the lively streets, and towering skyscrapers gleamed magnificently under the sunlight.

Rubbing her weary eyes, she asked, "Uncle John, what's going on?"

John glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Second Young Lady, this road is always congested. You should get some rest. I'll wake you when we arrive."

Delia was a light sleeper. Once awakened, she found it difficult to fall asleep again.

The cars ahead moved in a stop-and-go fashion, inching forward every now and then.

After about half an hour, Delia had completely lost her patience. When she saw an opening in the traffic, she instructed John to overtake the vehicles ahead.

John had been the Martinez family's driver for years and had excellent driving skills. Following Delia's suggestion, he skillfully maneuvered past several cars.

However, another Maybach also seemed to be in a hurry and was frequently switching lanes. John miscalculated and accidentally rear-ended it.

Luckily, the speed wasn't high, and no one was injured-only the other vehicle was damaged.

John's face turned pale with fear, and he stammered, "S-Second Young Lady... what do we do?"

The owner of the car was clearly someone of high status. Judging by the unique license plate, it was obvious that this was not a person to be trifled with.

Delia furrowed her brows slightly, pursed her lips, and stepped out of the car. She walked forward and knocked on the window of the other vehicle.

The man in the driver's seat had just unfastened his seatbelt, preparing to get out and inspect the damage. Hearing the knock, he looked up at Delia through the glass.

Slowly, he rolled down the window. Before he could say anything, Delia spoke first. "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Alan was caught off guard. He stared at her in confusion until Delia repeated her request. Only then did he snap out of his daze and hand her a pen and paper.

From the rearview mirror, he had seen her getting out of the car behind them-she was clearly the one responsible for the accident.

Delia swiftly wrote down a phone number and a name.

The number was engraved in her memory. Even after three years, she could still recite it backward.

Handing the pen and paper back to Alan, Delia stated, "I was the one who damaged your car. My brother-in-law is Bill from the Davis Family Group. If you have any issues, you can contact him. He will compensate you."

Her tone was calm and indifferent, yet carried an air of authority. Without another word, she turned and walked away.

Alan had never encountered such a situation before. He glanced at the man sitting in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

The man had a cold and chiseled face, his jawline taut. His deep, dark eyes carried an unmistakable hint of displeasure.

Alan hesitated before softly calling out, "President Johnson..."

Meanwhile, another car nearby had witnessed the scene.

The driver of that vehicle was Brian, the young master of the Smith family.

He stared at Delia for a long time, making sure he wasn't mistaken. Once he confirmed her identity, he excitedly pulled out his phone to make a call.

The woman in the passenger seat-who was dressed provocatively-pouted and snatched the phone from his hand. "Brian, you're with me, and you still want to call someone else?"

Brian was a typical playboy from a wealthy family. His reputation for changing girlfriends as frequently as he changed clothes was well-known.

With his charming looks and generous spending, many women willingly threw themselves at him, even if it was just for a short time.

His current companion knew this all too well. If he made a call now, he might ditch her by tomorrow.

So, she made sure to keep a tight grip on him, unwilling to let another woman take her place.

But Brian was persistent. Watching Delia get into her car, he turned to his companion and demanded, "Give me my phone."

The woman narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You know that woman?"

"I do. And very well."

Snatching the phone back, Brian eagerly searched for a number. He was about to call Bill when he paused.

If he wasn't mistaken, the car Delia had rear-ended belonged to Elijah.

After thinking for a moment, he first called Parlin Restaurant and booked a private dining room. Then, he dialed Bill's number.

The Davis Family Group – President's Office

Bill was buried in work when his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he picked up. "What is it?"

Brian's excited voice came from the other end. "President Davis! I just saw Delia! She's back!"

Bill's breath caught for a moment.

Yes, today was the day of her return.

He had deliberately avoided thinking about it, avoided asking, burying himself in work to numb his thoughts. But Brian's call dragged him back to reality.

Closing his file with one hand, he responded calmly, "I see."

"She's already caused trouble the moment she landed."

Brian's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude. Bill remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Brian didn't make him wait long. He quickly recounted what had just happened.

Bill listened without much reaction, merely replying, "I understand."

Brian was unsatisfied with his indifference and emphasized, "The other party was Elijah."

Everyone in City A knew who Elijah was.

At twenty-two, he entered the business world. By twenty-four, he had taken over as CEO of Imperial Group, dominating the industry.

His empire spanned multiple sectors, essentially controlling the city's entire economic landscape.

At just twenty-eight, his wealth was already immeasurable.

Anyone in the business world understood-Elijah was not someone you wanted to offend.

Brian grinned smugly. "I'm a good friend, you know. I've already booked a private room for you at Parlin Restaurant."

After hanging up the phone, Bill remained silent for a moment before dialing his assistant's number.

When the call connected, he instructed, "Arrange a dinner with President Johnson of Imperial Group tonight."

"Yes, President Davis," Jackie responded.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in his 28th-floor office, Bill wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.

He vividly remembered the night before Delia left for abroad three years ago. She had burned their photos and discarded everything related to him, her voice filled with bitter resentment.

"Bill, I hope we never see each other again in this lifetime."

Closing his eyes briefly, he murmured softly, "Delia..."

Delia had been resting with her eyes closed in the back seat. She only opened them when John said, "We've arrived."

John got out and opened the door for her. She glanced at the grand estate in front of her and suddenly froze, her delicate brows slightly furrowing. "Why are we at the Anderson residence?"

John answered respectfully, "The eldest miss said she hasn't seen you in three years and asked me to bring you here for dinner."

Delia's lips pressed into a thin line. Three years had passed. If not for Mr. Old Martinez's 80th birthday, she probably wouldn't have returned at all.

Whether it was California, England, or Canada-anywhere but home-she would have been willing to stay forever, even if it meant being alone.

A servant led her into the living room. Adele was coming down the stairs and, upon seeing Delia at the entrance, her face lit up with joy.

"Delia, you finally came back."

The day Delia left for abroad, Adele had gone to the airport to see her off. Delia's eyes were filled with despair and resignation. "I will never come back. And I will never bless your marriage."

In just one week, Bill and Adele would be getting married. Since she couldn't change anything, she had chosen to run away.

After leaving, she cut off contact with everyone, not even logging into MSN for years.

Until one day, she suddenly called David, asking for a large sum of money. That was the first time she had reached out to anyone in the family.

It had been three years, and Adele, now a married woman, looked even more beautiful than before.

She wore a light cyan cheongsam embroidered with elegant orchids at the collar. The high slit revealed her long, fair legs.

Her long hair was now cut short, curled slightly at the ends, and dyed a chestnut brown that complemented her fair complexion, making her look both fashionable and graceful.

She slowly descended the stairs, exuding the refined elegance befitting a noblewoman.

"Elder sister," Delia greeted, her tone lacking the softness and affection of the past.

Adele stepped forward, taking Delia's hands and looking her over.

She had lost a lot of weight, her entire frame seeming almost skeletal.

Adele's heart ached. "Was life in California difficult?"

"No, everything was fine." This was the answer she always gave whenever someone asked about her time abroad.

Adele knew how stubborn Delia was. If she didn't want to talk about something, pressing her wouldn't help.

Seeing the exhaustion in her sister's eyes, Adele said, "Go upstairs and rest for a while. When you wake up, I'll have the servants prepare your favorite dishes."

"Mm." She was indeed tired. Nodding slightly, she went upstairs.

Delia was no stranger to the Anderson residence. She easily found the guest room, took a hot shower, dried her hair, and lay down on the bed.

However, her sleep was restless, just as it always was-filled with bizarre and chaotic dreams.