Chapter 51: The Silent Proposal

Chris didn't believe in asking permission.

But this wasn't just about Skylar. It was about control. About making sure no one else had the power to take her away from him.

So, if her family thought they could auction her off to the highest bidder?

He would buy the whole damn market—without them even realizing it.

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Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, Chris stepped out of his car, his expression unreadable as he approached the grand estate of the Huntingtons.

To them, he was just Chris.

A nobody.

An ordinary student with no last name to remember.

And he intended to keep it that way.

The butler hesitated before letting him in, glancing at his attire, clearly unimpressed. He wasn't the type of man they usually welcomed.

Chris didn't care.

Soon, the Huntingtons would understand exactly who they were dealing with.

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Skylar's father, Jonathan Huntington, sat across from him in the lavishly decorated study, sipping his whiskey as he studied the young man before him.

"So," Jonathan finally said, setting his glass down. "You've come to ask for my daughter's hand?"

Chris didn't blink. "Yes."

Jonathan leaned back, laughing under his breath. "And what exactly makes you think you're worthy of her?"

Chris didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed a black envelope on the table, sliding it toward him.

Jonathan frowned but picked it up, opening it. His expression changed instantly.

His grip tightened on the paper as his face paled.

"You—" He swallowed. "This—this is—"

Chris tilted his head slightly, his voice calm. "That's the full settlement of your family's debts. Paid. Every single dollar."

Jonathan's hands trembled. "I—"

Chris leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet but commanding.

"Your family has been desperately searching for a suitor with enough power and wealth to save you." He paused. "You found him."

Jonathan looked up, eyes filled with confusion, suspicion, and something close to fear. "Who… who are you?"

Chris smirked slightly. "Does it matter?"

Jonathan was speechless. A man with no last name. No connections. And yet, he had just cleared a debt that no suitor—not even Zayne Lancaster—could have managed.

Chris stood up, adjusting his suit. "I expect your answer soon."

Jonathan exhaled shakily. "And if I say no?"

Chris's smile didn't reach his eyes. "That wouldn't be wise."

Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving the Huntingtons in stunned silence.

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As Chris stepped into his car, Ethan's voice crackled through his earpiece.

"Well?" Ethan asked. "Did you ask nicely?"

Chris smirked. "Something like that."

Ethan chuck

led. "And?"

Chris's gaze darkened.

"He'll say yes. He doesn't have a choice."