Chapter 63 - 63. My Queen
The person who had raised the bid directly to 5 million was none other than Markus!
“Markus definitely loves Miss Kizy a lot.”
“Oh my weak little heart!”
“I am about to go blind by this PDA!!”
“Please have mercy on us single dogs.”Â
The public opinion immediately took a sharp U-turn after knowing the identity of the bidding person.
“5 million one.”
“5 million two.”
“5 million-“
“5..5 million.” Suddenly someone shouted from the crowd.
Instantly people turned to the direction from where the voice was heard. But unfortunately the place was completely dark, with only a silhouette of two people visible.
“7 million.” Once again Markus increased the bid by a high number.
“7.5 million.” The person in the dark said.
“10 million.” This time Markus said with a little irritation in his voice.
“10.5 million.” The man said once again.
“What the fuck is he doing?” Markus said.
“Markus, stop. We have already raised the bid to five times of its original rate. Any higher than this, and we will be the ones to suffer loss.” Kizy tried to convince Markus.
“15 million.” Markus said calmly.
“Little lamb, don’t worry. There is no one who can outbid me as I have endless money to burn.” Markus said with a smirk.
“Just because you have money, does that mean you will waste it?” Kizy asked.
“Wifey I usually don’t waste money. But this is something I want to give my wife. How can I let another man take it? On top of this, the money would be used for charity work, which in turns would help the poor and needy. So technically this isn’t wasting money.” Markus explained.
He turned to look in the direction of the dark where the mysterious bidder was sitting.
“15 million one.”
“15 million two.”
“15 million three.”
“The crown goes to No. 14 Mr. Markus. I request him to please come and take this crown with him.” The announcer exclaimed with excitement.Â
Afterall it wasn’t an everyday thing where the price of some item will rise by 7-8 times to its original amount.
Markus graciously stood up and walked towards the stage. He took the Crown and waved at the crowd before leaving the stage.
Announcer was giving his end of speech but all the attention was upon Markus, who instead of going back to his seat, stood in front of Kizy.
‘What now? Don’t tell me all the acts we have been doing are not enough and you want to do some more?’ Kizy thought to herself.
“Love, what are you doing?” Kizy asked, knowing all the pairs of eyes were watching them. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
Markus simply gave her his brightest smile, which made the hearts of all those weak hearted women flutter.
He bent on one knee before presenting the crown to Kizy.
“I do not promise to bring those moon and stars to you, but I promise to fulfil all your dreams even before you would wish for them.Â
I know this would sound a little cheesy, but believe me Kizy, I love you from the bottom of my heart, soul, mind and every single living cell existing in my body.Â
I promise to bring you all the happiness this world can present and walk with you in all of your darkest times.Â
Kizy, you would always remain the first and last person to enter my heart, no one can replace you as my priority, not even me myself.
So will you be my Queen and rule this heart? Will you marry me?” Markus ended his last line in a shaky voice, as if he was excited but nervous at the same time.
All the women were already in tears by the time Markus ended, never expecting such an honest, sincere and cute proposal from Markus, their cold male god.
Not to mention the women, even Kizy felt something bloom in her heart, something entirely different but enchanting at the same time. She sat there unmoving, as if spellbound in that mesmerizing moment, remembering his magical words.
But Markus kept kneeling there patiently, giving Kizy all the time she needed to digest this sudden proposal, as if he wouldn’t mind waiting a lifetime for her.
“Say yes, say yes.” Suddenly the crowd started cheering and howling, waking Kizy up from her daze, urging her to accept Markus.
Kizy slightly nodded her head twice before saying.
“Yes.”
The crowd immediately started shouting and clapping, witnessing the dream couple of their country being so romantic.
Markus slowly stood up elegantly, while holding the crown in his hands. He gently placed the crown on Kizy’s head before kissing her hand.
Kizy was experiencing something like this for the first time. She had never felt that a moment could be so ethereal, and someone can make her feel so special.Â
Though she knew that all of this was just an act, and she didn’t need to feel anything, her heart wasn’t following her thoughts.
A dinner was organised after the charity program where all these major big shots from various industries would have some small talks with others and expand their network.
But Markus simply sat at his own seat, and others were seen coming and greeting him personally, though majority of them were buttering him up, and congratulating him over his marriage proposal.
Markus introduced all of them to Kizy, who was similarly flattered like him by them. And Kizy used this opportunity to get to know more people, as she believed that talking to new people was always a good thing to do.Â
Plus being Markus’s PA, she needed to know these people, who would be working with them in future.
But she was feeling completely frustrated as Markus was adding all her disliked dishes to her plate, piling up a mountain of those hateful capsicums, tomatoes and other veggies, while she had to eat that with a sweet smile, as if she was eating the best delicacy in this world.
“Mr. Song, how are you? I don’t think I need to introduce both of you.” Markus said while pointing at Kizy.
Kizy immediately remembered this old man, who had dinner with Markus on her first day as his PA. She was about to smile and greet him, when suddenly she remembered Markus saying that she had said many vulgar things in front of those men, which made her feel sudden embarrassment.
“Hello Mr. Song.” She greeted meekly.
“Uhh. Hello Miss Kizy, congratulations.” Mr. Song said awkwardly.
“I am extremely sorry for that day. I hope you would forgive me for my words and low alcohol tolerance.” Kizy apologised sincerely.
“That’s fine Miss Kizy, there’s nothing wrong in having a low tolerance. You don’t have to feel guilty.” Mr. Song said frankly, feeling her sincerity.
“Mr. Song let’s meet-” Markus was still speaking when his phone rang.Â
“Sorry, I will have to take this call.” Markus said before going towards a corner where there was lesser noise.
“Hi elder sister.” Suddenly a man greeted Kizy.
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Have a bright day!!
– Kizy