The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 973 - 953: She’s Not Going to Marry a Black Person, Is She?

Chapter 973: Chapter 953: She’s Not Going to Marry a Black Person, Is She?

"Young Master Thompson, what’s the point of being a man if you don’t even want to sleep with women?"

The man raised an eyebrow, then gave Roy Thompson a pat on the shoulder and teased, "Roy, you don’t have any problems in that area, do you?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

"There are problems with your whole family. I don’t have any problems!"

If he had problems, why would he be feeling so awful? "Graham, you’re not getting any younger, and you’ve had your fun. It’s about time to find someone you like and start a real relationship. Keep playing around, and all the good girls will be gone!"

Graham Stones: "..."

"Hey, Roy, since you don’t play around, have you found yourself a good girl?" The man said dismissively, "Are there even any good girls left nowadays? With your face and your money, women naturally flock to you. But the day you’re left with nothing, they’ll run faster than anything. So why not enjoy yourself with a few while you can? After all, they’re all willing!"

Roy Thompson: "..."

"Besides, if there were any good girls, they wouldn’t be interested in guys like us with money and looks. They’ve probably been snapped up by losers!" As Graham Stones reached for his wine glass to clink with Roy Thompson’s, he continued to spout his cherished beliefs, "The so-called good girls you’re talking about are those who can’t recognize real worth and think not caring about a man’s money makes them better women, not gold diggers. Those types have already been deceived by losers!"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Good girls all like losers?

Because that proves they’re not after money? Bullshit that spans multiple centuries!

"Enough, I don’t want to talk this nonsense with you anymore!"

If Roy Thompson continued, he’d be tempted to beat the guy up, "Clear out your women, I have something to announce!"

"What is it? You need to clear out all the women for that?"

When they heard Roy Thompson speaking seriously about having an announcement that required clearing out the people, everyone perked up and gathered around, "It can’t be about a woman, can it?"

Roy Thompson didn’t speak immediately, instead glancing over the scantily clad women in the room. He spoke indifferently, "Get all these women out of here, or else I’m not in the mood to announce anything!"

Looking at these women only reminded him of his darling’s angry face.

"Alright, clear them all out!"

Hearing this, Graham Stones’ brows furrowed slightly, but he waved his hand to dismiss the sultry women he had arranged. Of course, he felt somewhat regretful inside, since admiring sexy, fiery women was only natural for a man. But now, to accommodate his unusual brother, he had to be unusual for once, "Roy Thompson, you’d better have some explosive news to share, or I’ll have these women strip down and stand in front of you!"

Roy Thompson: "..."

"What’s with you, do you have an excess of sperm, waiting to give some away for free? Can’t you just sit and hang out with your brothers without a woman?" Roy Thompson gave him a cool look and scrutinized him for a good while before saying word by word, "I’m getting married, is that a big enough deal?"

I... am... getting married?

The room fell into deathly silence. Not only Graham Stones, but every man in the room was startled. Their handsome faces were now fixed with gaping mouths and wide eyes. Roy Thompson was getting married?

But this was a man who had never even been heard discussing a relationship, right?

Or rather, a man who had never played around with women was actually getting married?

"Who’s the bride?"

Nearly in unison, they shouted at him, overwhelmed by the shocking news. If they didn’t know that Roy Thompson had no interest in lying, they would hardly believe his words were true, "Don’t tell me it’s some physically strong woman you met while training in South America?"

This guy had gone abroad right after graduation and stayed away for four years. Now, he had returned, declaring his intention to marry. Naturally, that’s where people’s thoughts went, "Look, Roy, at twenty-four, in the prime of life, are you sure you want to be tied down by a woman? What man with a bit of worth gets married before thirty these days? Moreover, you’re the most valuable and handsome among us. Why do you want to ruin your life like this?"

Clearly, everyone seemed as though they had received a huge shock, becoming more agitated, one more exaggerated than the next.

"You didn’t, by chance, get her pregnant and thus the hurry to marry upon your return to the country, did you?" Samson Turner, who had been silent until now, seemed to suddenly understand something and jumped up, "Damn, Graham, you were just saying he’s a virgin, and now he’s getting married because of a shotgun wedding. Aren’t you just slapping your own face?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

He had only mentioned he was getting married. Before he could say anything else, everybody else had already assumed a shotgun wedding. He too wished for that, but he would need to have a child for that to happen. Forget about a child; he hadn’t even gotten any action yet.

Seeing Roy Thompson’s calm demeanor against everyone else’s heated fervor, Graham Stones started to believe it might be possible, "Roy, is what Samson said true? Did you knock someone up?"

No sooner had he finished asking, Roy Thompson hadn’t even had a chance to respond, when Graham again inquired, "Which girl is it, from our own race, right? You haven’t gone so far as to sleep with a black woman, have you? If you bring home a black woman, we’re not calling her sister-in-law, you know!"

After all, they were men used to seeing top-tier beauties. If she wasn’t that pretty, they could still accept it. But a black woman? That was utterly out of the question!

Unfortunately, whether in America or South America, there were simply too many black people—even the president was black!

"Relax, I guarantee you’d all be drooling over her as soon as you see her!"

Roy Thompson was more than a little proud of Bianca Gordon’s looks. In this world, finding someone like his treasure with such exceptional beauty, an ethereal aura, and an elegant, aristocratic lineage was not something typical for this era, "But I promise, when you see your sister-in-law in the future, try not to drool too much—it’s crass!"

Graham Stones: "..."

Samson Turner: "..."

"What a joke, you know who I am. I’ve been with more beauties than you’ve even seen. Do you think I’m some kind of loser who drools at the sight of women?" Graham Stones refused to believe it. A man who had no interest in relationships would possess such aesthetic taste in women, "Stop beating around the bush and just tell us, what nationality is the bride? Caucasian, Asian, African, or mixed?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Mixed race too? He really felt like slapping this person dead!