My Girlfriend Chases My Billionaire Dad

During a road trip with my girlfriend, we accidentally collided with a limousine.

Just as we were joking about having to pay an outrageous sum in compensation, the owner stepped out of the car. He greeted us warmly, asked if we were hurt, and even insisted we didn't need to pay a dime.

But that simple gesture sparked a huge misunderstanding in my girlfriend's mind.

At the proposal ceremony, she flat-out rejected me, ran to the restroom, and called her best friend to vent.

"They're both Vanders, but Josh is a penniless loser, and Alexander is the richest man in the city!

"The fortune teller said my true love's surname is Vander. If that's the case, why can't it be the richest man instead of Josh?

"I looked it up. That car owner is Alexander. And he didn't even want me to pay for rear-ending him. He must have fallen in love with me at first sight!

"In love, there's no such thing as first come, first served. I won't accept Josh's proposal. I'm going to marry the richest man!"

A shiver ran through me. My years of devotion to her had moved only me.

What she didn't know was that the 'richest man' she was dreaming of marrying wasn't anyone else—he was my father.

Hearing my girlfriend, Jessie Barney, vent to her best friend over the phone felt like a huge stone had lodged in my chest, crushing my lungs. I couldn't breathe.

Counting the three years I'd spent with Jessie, I realized I had fallen for her at first sight.

Back in college, I had accidentally seen her apply for a scholarship and learned that her family was struggling. To protect her pride, I lied and said I had applied for one too.

After graduation, when she complained about the harsh job market and mounting pressure, I secretly arranged for her to join my company. I even funneled her salary through my private account to shield her from embarrassment.

For three years, I acted ordinary to the world, but I worked tirelessly to give her the very best. Even the engagement ring she now held had been meticulously chosen and designed by me.

And yet, all my efforts ended like this.

My chest ached with despair, and just then, the phone rang. I picked up to hear my father's voice.

"Josh, how did it go? Did she say yes? I couldn't witness your proposal in person, but I sent a gift for my future daughter-in-law."

I forced my voice to stay steady. "Dad… I'm afraid I've disappointed you. She turned me down."

Alexander was stunned on the other end, offered a few words of consolation, and then hurried off to a meeting.

What Jessie didn't know was that the richest man in Hallowyn City she was determined to marry was none other than my father.

Two months ago, when her work was frustrating her, I had suggested a road trip to cheer her up. On an empty highway,