Liam was speechless and dumbfounded. How on earth was he going to find a wife in this critical stage of his life?
Liam knew it would be extremely difficult to find a wife, with the crises concerning the G's empire.
He wondered why his mother included it without telling him, but he knew one thing for sure: his mother, even though she was not the one who birthed him, would never do anything to hurt him.
"Why did Mom put such a condition in her will, and she told me nothing about it?" Liam asked no one in particular.
"Young master, I am as surprised as you are, but I know for sure that whatever the reason that made her put it as a condition in her will is for your betterment," Walter said, patting him on the back.
"I must take my leave," Miss Julian replied, standing up.
"Thank you for your time, Miss Julian. I appreciate it," Liam replied, stretching out his hand for a handshake.
"It's my pleasure. Please do well to inform me when the criteria in the will have been met so that you can sign the documents concerning ownership and acquisition of your mother's assets," Miss Julian said, taking Liam's hand.
"That is not an issue, Miss Julian. I'll inform you in due time. Thank you for your time, and once again, I apologize for the delay," Liam muttered, and Miss Julian nodded her head and walked out of the Gonzalez mansion.
Liam sighed and sat on the sofa, his hands on his face.
"Young master, are you alright?" Walter inquired.
"I'm fine. I just don't know what to do or where to even start. How do I find a wife in this state when the company is having issues and is in crisis?" Liam wailed.
"Don't worry, young master, I will help you in the search for a wife. Don't bother yourself too much about it and focus on becoming the president of the empire. Your mother's empire is at stake, and we do not want to lose it," Walter encouraged.
"I do not know why mother added it as a criterion in her will, but I'll honor her last wish to the very end," Liam replied, determined to pursue his mother's wish.
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It's Friday, and it's party night as the streets of Sterling City bubbled with people. The joy of dance and music filled the air, giving out the stress of the work-filled week, and the weekend brought in a time for fun and relaxation.
"What a day," Liam exclaimed tiredly and laid flat on his bed without freshening up.
"Good evening, young master. How was your day?" Walter asked, walking into the room.
"As you can see, I am tired, exhausted, and drained," Liam whined like a baby.
"I can see that, but not so fast, young master, we're going out," Walter said, letting out a chuckle.
"Oh no, no, no, not tonight, please. I am exhausted, can't you see how weak, fragile, and vulnerable I am?" Liam cried.
"Young master, I don't mean now. You need to freshen up, eat your dinner, and rest for at least an hour. Then we'll go out. Is that better?" Walter chuckled.
"Fine," Liam lazily agreed.
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FEW HOURS LATER
"Young master, are you ready?" Walter asked from the living room.
"Yes, I am," Liam said, walking out of his room.
Liam was ready for the party, dressed up in a suit. Walter stared at him like he was a monkey.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Liam asked, following Walter's stare.
"Why would you dress up like this?" Walter laughed hard.
"What's funny?" Liam frowned.
"Forgive my manners, but you need a change of clothes immediately," Walter chuckled.
Walter took Liam back into his room, went through his wardrobe, and took out a jacket, cargo pants, and a pair of sneakers, urging Liam to wear what he picked for him.
"How do I look now?" Liam asked, turning around for Walter to see.
"Now you are good to go," Walter replied, giving him a thumbs up.
And Walter and Liam entered the car, driving towards the bubbling city of elites.
"Where are we going?" Liam asked after a while.
"You'll see," Walter smirked.
They parked their car close to a bar where a party was obviously going on.
"Are you serious, Walter, you brought me to a club? Seriously?" Liam frowned deeply.
"Oh, come on, young master, when was the last time you went out to have fun? It's always work, work, work. Live a little, and it's a bar, not a club," Walter laughed.
"Alright," Liam reluctantly agreed.
As they made their way into the bar, Liam tripped and almost fell on the floor.
"Careful, young master, watch your steps," Walter advised, helping him up.
They walked into the bar, took seats, and ordered drinks. Walter urged Liam to tell him about his trip, what traveling to Harvard to study was like for him. While they were talking, someone caught Liam's attention.
"Who's that?" Liam asked, looking behind Walter.
"What are you talking about?" Walter asked, turning behind him to see what Liam was talking about.
Behind him was a girl sitting alone in a dark corner inside the club, crying really hard, and no one seemed to notice or care to ask what was wrong.
"Why aren't people asking what's wrong?" Liam asked, noticing people were walking past her without giving a damn about her.
"They're just minding their business. They don't want to interfere in anything that has nothing to do with them," Walter replied, watching the sobbing girl.
"Let me go ask what's wrong," Liam scoffed, getting up and walking towards the girl.
"Young master, it's best we mind our business," Walter said, trying to dissuade him from going.
But Liam ignored him, walking towards the girl.
"Hello, miss, are you alright?" Liam asked, crouching low towards the girl.
She stank of alcohol.
"What are you doing here all by yourself?" Liam asked, concerned when her sobbing became critical.
"My father hates me because I am a girl," she cried.
"It's alright, let's take you home then," Liam replied, trying to help her stand up.
But the worst happened. The girl stood up and kissed him, pulling away only to throw up all over his clothes, and she passed out.