Walter made his way to the sofa and placed the yellow envelope on the coffee table.

Sinking his bottom onto the sofa, he turned his head and commanded his son to hurry over and pick a wife.

“Dad, I told you. I’m not interested in these women,” Julian replied as he drew close.

Walter uttered with a stern face, “You didn’t even look at them. How can you know that you’re not interested in them? I found you girls aged twenty-four this time. The psychic said that the woman destined for you is t