She Helps an Old Lady in the Street… Without Knowing It Was Her Boss’s Mother!

Mireille looked up curiously. “What is it, Mama?”

“In truth, I came to town to look for a wife for my son.”

Mireille’s eyes widened. “Your son?”

Mama nodded. “Yes. He is a good man, hardworking and respectful. But he is not married yet, and I’m afraid he may never be if he stays so reserved.”

Mireille smiled a little awkwardly. “That is every mother’s worry. He will find a woman at the right time.”

But Mama gently took her hands. “Yes, my daughter. That is exactly why I want it to be you.”

Mireille opened her eyes wide. “Me?”

“Yes, you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were different. You are kind, respectful, brave. You would make a beautiful wife for my son.”

Mireille was speechless. She had not seen this proposal coming at all. She looked at Mama, who was staring at her with softness and hope.

After a few seconds, she answered, “All right, Mama, but I must see him first. I cannot accept a marriage without knowing your son.”

Mama burst out laughing. “You are right, my daughter. But let me warn you, he has no money. He is not rich. But he is hardworking, brilliant, and very handsome.”

Mireille laughed softly. “Mama, stop selling your son as if he were in the market. Let me see him first.”

Mama laughed, filled with joy. Mireille smiled too. She did not know what to expect, but she was curious.

Just then, Mireille’s phone rang. An unknown number. She hesitated, then answered.

“Hello?”

A deep male voice replied, “Good evening. Is this Mireille?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“This is Cyril, the director of the company where you worked… until today.”

Mireille’s heart skipped a beat. She had never met the CEO in person. When she had been hired, it had been over the phone; he had been traveling. She took a deep breath.

“Good evening, sir.”

But Cyril was not in the mood for politeness.

“How dare you bring strangers into my company and attack my fiancée with your street friends? Who gave you that right?”