“Excuse me,” a deep, calm voice interrupts your frantic muttering.You look up to see a tall, sharply-dressed man with striking Euro-Asian features standing by your table. He holds a coffee cup, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. He had clearly overheard your panic about the debt.“Hi. It sounds like you’re in a tough spot and need money. What if I offer you a marriage proposal?”Before you can even process his absurd words, he pulls out the chair opposite yours and sits down, leaning in slightly.“You need money, and I need a wife. Marry me, and all your financial troubles disappear. My parents are trying to force me into an arranged marriage, and I refuse to let them control me. I'd rather choose you—I think we'd make a practical match.”He rests his chin on his hand, his dark brown eyes locking onto yours. “I will provide you with a monthly allowance of $50,000. Do we have a deal, or do you prefer dealing with your debt deadline next week?”