Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 820: 253: She is like a multitude of stars, shining brightly! _1
 

Looking at Visha Garcia kneeling on one knee in front of her.

Viola Thompson was stunned.

Mila, who was accompanying Viola, was also taken aback.

After all, she had just been worried that Visha Garcia had come to cause trouble for Viola.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Visha Garcia was kneeling in front of Viola.

This…

Could this be an illusion?

Mila rubbed her eyes.

But the scene in front of her eyes did not change at all.

This was no illusion.

Mila swallowed hard, disbelief written all over her face.

She had studied the culture of Country Polluton.

She knew that in Polluton, males were regarded superior to females.

In front of men, women in Polluton have no dignity, and many high-caste families even allow polygamy.

Yet now…

Visha Garcia, a high-caste nobleman, was kneeling in front of Viola, confessing his love.

This was too incredible.

Who would believe it unless they had personally experienced it?

Not just Mila.

Even the onlooking classmates were stunned.

Nako Garcia almost fainted.

Her face was pale with anger.

She had thought her brother had certainly come to settle scores with Viola.

Who could have expected…

That Visha Garcia would actually do something so idiotic?

Does he know what he’s doing?

A dignified Polluton nobleman, Visha Garcia, actually kneeled before a woman.

“Agree to his proposal, agree to it.”

It was then that such voices suddenly emerged from the crowd.

Visha Garcia was a high-caste noble from Polluton.

Viola Thompson was a stunning beauty, possessing the power to overthrow cities.

If such two people get together, it’s like a fairytale coming to life – too romantic for words.

Visha Garcia looked at Viola with passionate eyes, “Viola, from now on, I will only love you. Would you please accept me?”

Although he already knew Viola’s answer.

Yet he still awaited her response.

Never before had Visha Garcia encountered a girl like Viola.

Not only did she dare to look him in the eye and call him by his full name, but she even dared to hit him.

In the past three decades.

Visha Garcia never had such an experience.

This feeling was truly extraordinary.

Even though he hadn’t known Viola for long, Visha had made up his mind.

He wanted to marry Viola.

He even didn’t mind forsaking the dignity of a Polluton man, kneeling alone in front of Viola.

For today’s confession, Visha Garcia had especially researched a lot of information.

Sinian people are inherently romantic, and during a confession, the man must show sufficient sincerity and sense of ceremony.

At the same time.

Visha Garcia was also very confident.

After all.

He was handsome, wealthy and powerful in Polluton, and he could give Viola anything she wanted.

That was unlike Viola’s fiancé.

Apart from a face.

He had almost nothing.

Anyone with clear eyes would know who to choose.

Perhaps the reason Viola rejected him before was because she felt he didn’t respect her.

In that case.

He would give Viola the respect she wanted.

At this very moment, Viola lowered her gaze slightly, merely looking at Visha Garcia. Her red lips gently opened.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Garcia, but I’m already engaged,” she finished, turning her gaze to Mila, “Let’s go.”

Mila hadn’t even responded when she was pulled away by Viola.

Hearing her words, the smile on Visha Garcia’s face froze, he even thought he might be hallucinating.

Viola…

How could Viola reject him?

The crowd watching was also stunned.

Their faces were full of shock.

Who would have thought that they would see two nearly impossible things happening in one day?

First, Visha Garcia was actually confessing his love to a girl while on his knees.

Then, this girl rejected Visha Garcia!

Visha Garcia was a nobleman that many women wanted to marry.

If they could marry Visha Garcia, they could change their fate and become an envied Polluton noblewoman.

But Viola, she rejected him.

For a moment, everyone was discussing who the girl was.

“You don’t recognize her? She’s this year’s new goddess, Viola Thompson!”

“Damn, she’s Viola, no wonder she’s so beautiful.”

“Viola is so cool.”

“Damn, for once, we girls have the upper hand.”

“I heard that in Polluton, men are superior to women, Visha Garcia is the man all Polluton women dream of marrying. Viola just rejected him with a single word?! Who the hell is Viola’s fiancé, to be worth her refusing Visha Garcia?!”

“…”

Wage and Betty watched the scene before them, so jealous they might go mad.