The matchmaker's troublemaker

"From now on, I am your master. My demands are not many," Lambert began, speaking slowly and clearly. "First, the house is so small; I think you can get used to sleeping on the couch. Second, you must be with me at all times to protect my safety..."

"Enough!" Trinity roared.

He was clearly acting like a demanding ancestor, one that needed to be worshipped and taken care of!

"You can refuse," Lambert said. Though he looked elegant and charming, he made Trinity's teeth grind with hatred. The worst part was that he didn't even realize it and continued arrogantly, "If you do, I will self-destruct. It's similar to your human concept of suicide or a phone being rendered useless after water damage. If you can bear the consequences, you are welcome to try."

"Fine," Trinity spat through clenched teeth, infuriated.

Lambert released her, seemingly having already considered her as a fish on his chopping board, ready to be sliced at any moment. He then sat back and leisurely crossed his legs. "So, tell me your choice?"

"No need," Trinity turned and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To make pig feed." Trinity, though extremely reluctant, knew she had no other choice and had to endure it for now.

Revenge is a dish best served cold!

She thought about how she would get back at him in the future, which relaxed her mood considerably.

Since her back was turned, she couldn't see the wolf behind her smiling leisurely, a look of secret joy and affection in his eyes.

Due to her recent busyness, Trinity had forgotten an important date. It wasn't until Emma called to scold her that she remembered she had promised last month to meet a supposedly "extremely wealthy and handsome" guy today.

The meeting place was a Western restaurant. After Trinity entered, she saw a man holding a newspaper sitting by the window. Assuming it was him, she sat down opposite him.

The man lowered the newspaper, which had been covering half his face, revealing an oily face and a shiny bald head with few hairs. He gave Trinity a smile.

Just that smile almost blinded Trinity with the gleam from his enormous gold teeth, making her expression even more awkward.

"Let me introduce myself first," the bald man, not shy at all, puffed out his chest somewhat arrogantly and began, "My name is Tom."

Trinity's mouth twitched as she replied, "The name suits you."

Instantly, there was a deathly awkward silence. It seemed as if a crow cawed overhead...

At this moment, Emma returned from the restroom and looked at the two of them mischievously. "What do you think of each other?"

"Quite eye-opening," said Tom.

Trinity stared at Tom's shiny bald head, holding back laughter. "I think so too."

Another silence followed.

"It's already noon, would you like to eat something?" Tom raised his squinty eyes, glanced at his watch, and then tossed the menu to Trinity. "Order whatever you like."

"You go first," Trinity said, knowing full well that his watch-checking was a deliberate show-off of his Longines watch.

Tom, unreserved, called the waiter over. "Waiter, I know Emma likes spaghetti, so bring a portion of that. As for me, I'll just have a simple steak."

"How would you like your steak cooked, sir?"

"Rare, fresh," Tom said, then looked at Trinity. "Would you like to try it?"

"I think it would be fresher to go to the ranch and bite the cow directly," Trinity replied.

"Bring a plate of spaghetti for my dear Trinity as well," Emma said awkwardly, trying to smooth things over.

After the waiter left, an awkward expression crossed Tom's chubby face. He then tried to act cool by lighting a cigarette with a lighter. He pulled out a BMW car key from his pocket and tossed it on the table, followed by three property deeds, a degree certificate, and other documents.

Emma's eyes widened at the sight of the BMW key. She immediately beamed and said to Trinity, "Look at this! How genuine he is, being so honest on the first meeting. It seems he's truly sincere."

"Emma, let me tell you this: Trinity will never have to suffer if she's with me. She won't need to work; she just needs to stay home and give me a few big sons. I guarantee she will never worry about food or clothing for the rest of her life. Of course, if she gives birth to daughters instead, then she can't blame me. I want sons to carry on the family line."

Ha! Carry on the family line? Buddy, do you have a throne to inherit or something? Trinity felt nothing but contempt for him and was about to say something when a familiar male voice came from behind her, "Is that BMW outside yours?"

Trinity turned around, and sure enough, it was her 'ancestor' robot. What was he doing here instead of staying at home?

"Yes, so what?" Tom noticed Lambert's hostile demeanor but stubbornly held his ground, speaking defiantly, "Who are you?"

"Her man."

Whose man?

Trinity felt like punching this blabbering fool, but then she thought he was actually right, and it could help her out of this situation.

Putting aside Lambert's flawlessly handsome face, his navy blue suit today, and his impressive height, his aura alone overshadowed Tom by a mile. His striking black-and-white eyes were full of charm, and his smile was more intoxicating than vodka, leaving people nearly drunk without a drop of alcohol.

Claiming him as her man didn't seem like a loss to her at all.

"Emma, what's going on here?" Tom sneered at Trinity. "So this is your taste? Like all other girls, you only go for pretty boys with no substance. You're destined to have a girl's fate, and I can't even help you."

Trinity was infuriated. "You're the one with a girl's fate!"

"Am I wrong? Sure, he might be good-looking, but does he have a BMW? Does he have a two-story villa? Can he provide you with a good life like I can?"

Trinity couldn't answer immediately.

Lambert, however, calmly and leisurely pulled several keys out of his pocket and placed them one by one on the table.

Bentley, Land Rover, Rolls-Royce, Maserati...