Chapter 1656: 403: Top Aristocrat_3 Chapter 1656: 403: Top Aristocrat_3 George Armstrong was eating steamed duck and said, “In my field, there are more men than women, and even fewer girls among my senior’s doctoral peers. That’s why he’s still single!”

Upon hearing this, Sabrina Sabir got so excited, she immediately said, “If that’s the case, why don’t you set your sister up with him!”

Sabrina thought it through.

Better to rely on oneself than to wait for others!

Since Isla Astir refused to introduce George’s sister, Christina, to a famous male writer,
they could totally bypass Isla Astir.

After all, George was pretty impressive himself.

His senior surely couldn’t be less competent than George.

Most importantly, Sabrina had heard from George that his senior came from a very well-off family, for whom a 1 million dollar dowry was just pocket change.

And Sabrina wasn’t greedy.

She just wanted 1 million dollars.

After all, she couldn’t let her daughter be raised for nothing.

Hearing this, George widened his eyes in disbelief, “What did you say?”

Apparently oblivious to any issues with her suggestion, Sabrina simply repeated what she’d just said.

George was speechless and scoffed coldly, “That’s pure fantasy! My senior is an exchange student in Country Polluton with a PhD! What’s my sister? Even the nanny in his family has a higher education than her!”

The implication was clear: Christina wasn’t even qualified to be his senior’s nanny.

“But your sister is beautiful!” Sabrina retorted, “Is your senior’s nanny as beautiful as your sister?”

Before George could respond, Sabrina continued, “George, if you’re too shy to speak up, I can do it.”

At that, George looked disgusted, “Don’t embarrass yourself!”

Throughout his four years of university,
George had never let his mother visit his school.

Why?

Because he didn’t want anyone to know he had a mother from the countryside.

It would be too damaging to his status!

Sabrina was stunned for a moment, then looked at George cautiously, “George, so what should we do? Mom listens to you.”

George continued, “It’s like a cracked mill trying to match up with a lame donkey, a tilted pot paired with a crooked stove. My sister is destined to marry a peasant worker in this life. Stop harboring futile dreams!”

A factory worker should indeed be matched with a peasant worker.

Sabrina went pale.

Marry a peasant worker?

Who would offer her a 1 million dollar dowry then?

Could a peasant worker afford a 1 million dollar dowry?

No way.

Christina couldn’t marry a peasant worker.

She couldn’t have raised a daughter for nothing.

After George left for school, Sabrina took Christina’s photo to a marriage agency.

Christina was already twenty-seven years old.

If she didn’t start looking for potential partners, she’d become an old maid!

Who’d want an old maid?

While Christina was not yet thirty and was still good-looking and tall, Sabrina needed to find her a match quickly.

Inside the marriage agency, Sabrina handed Christina’s photo to the matchmaker, “This is my daughter. She doesn’t photograph well, but she’s much prettier in person!”

The matchmaker looked up at Sabrina and then asked, “Where is your daughter currently working? Which university did she graduate from?”

Sabrina briefly described Christina’s situation to the matchmaker.

Upon hearing this, the matchmaker subtly furrowed her brows.

However, even though Christina didn’t have a high level of education, their agency had plenty of members who only finished middle school.

The matchmaker smiled at Sabrina and asked, “Sister, what are your conditions for a son-in-law?”

Sabrina said, “I have just one condition.”

Just one condition.

That was unusual.

You know, most people looking for a son-in-law demanded height, good looks, and assets like a house and car.

Sabrina surprisingly had only one requirement.

It seemed she really was earnest in finding a good match for her daughter.

The matchmaker asked, “And what is that condition?”

Sabrina raised a single finger, “I want a 1 million dollar dowry.”

At this, the matchmaker’s eyes bulged.

A 1 million dollar dowry?!

She wasn’t hearing things.

The matchmaker, somewhat incredulously, asked, “How much dowry did you say you need?”

“1 million dollars,” Sabrina answered.

Perhaps realizing that the amount she was asking for was a bit much, Sabrina added, “As long as the man’s side provides a 1 million dollar dowry, I will have no other requirements.”

What she implied was that she would accept anyone, even if they were lame or blind.

After all, what she cared about was the 1 million dollars.

Seeing the matchmaker silent, Sabrina went on, “Big sister, we’re both women, both destined to be wives and mothers. And what does a mother want to see most? Her children happy.”