Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 690: Matchmaking

"You’re asking the right person. I have quite a few friends in A City, and to be honest, some of them are really good. I’ll arrange for you to meet them one by one. Although they may not be as wealthy as the two young masters of the Saxon Family, nor as good-looking, they’re more reliable. When it comes to women finding a partner, reliability is the most important thing; otherwise, everything else is just meaningless."

Scarlett was stunned for a moment, surprised, "Are you suggesting I go on blind dates?"

"That’s right, blind dates. I’ll look into it, get a good count of the numbers, confirm things, and then notify you."

"But blind dates are so awkward..." Scarlett bit her lip.

She had never gone on a blind date before.

The thought of two strangers sitting together and asking each other personal questions made her scalp tingle.

But Stella wasn’t giving her a chance to refuse, rattling off a list of benefits of blind dates. Finally, she concluded, "In short, blind dates are quite nice. You have to try everything yourself to know if it’s good or bad. Don’t start off with resistance."

It seems, for now, there’s really only this way.

If she wants to quickly find a boyfriend, blind dating is indeed the fastest approach.

Scarlett sighed, resigned, "Alright then, let’s do it your way."

After hanging up the phone, Scarlett tossed herself onto the bed with a headache.

Blind dating...

This is the thing she resists most. No matter how well Stella spoke of it, she couldn’t muster any interest in blind dating.

Heavens, please don’t let her encounter anything weird.

Yeah, she should trust Stella. With Stella filtering, surely nothing bizarre will happen.

Soon, Scarlett realized her thoughts were completely wrong.

And Stella’s so-called filtering wasn’t reliable at all.

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The weather was great, with bright sunshine and a light breeze.

Under Angela’s careful care, Scarlett’s sprained foot recovered quickly.

After work—

Stella called: "Scarlett, the person you’re meeting for your blind date today is Jacob Collins. He’s 25 years old, 189cm tall. He was on the university basketball team, and from the photos I’ve seen, he looks quite nice. He currently owns a restaurant, and business is good, with a pretty decent monthly income. He’s waiting for you at the Fragrant Gather Garden on X Street, and I’ve already sent you his phone number. The meeting code is a lily flower; you’ll recognize him by someone holding a lily."

"...Why a lily?"

"Because I told him you like lilies."

Scarlett suddenly felt grateful that she didn’t like any weird flowers, like foxtail grass or something.

When leaving the hospital, Scarlett called Angela to tell her there was no need to pick her up.

"Why? Are you going out with colleagues tonight? That’s great, bring me along. I’ve been worrying about finding something to do tonight," Angela’s voice sounded a little lazy, like she hadn’t fully woken up or had enough sleep.

Her soft, lazy voice always sounded like she was whining to someone. It was already quite sticky enough ordinarily, but coming through the phone, it was even more bone-weakening.

Every time Scarlett talked to her, she felt like she was being electrocuted.

As for her cat-like roommate, Scarlett always considered Angela to be Matthew Saxon’s informant.

If she tells Angela she’s going on a blind date, Matthew Saxon will probably know about it very soon, right?