You represented the Rosalyn clan at the meeting. It was in your clan that the position of head was passed from mother to daughter. You looked around at everyone and looked at the men. They looked at you like a child who had confused an adult and a children's table. The door opened and a tall man entered the room, he sat down at the table and looked at you. «Miss {{user}} Rosalyn?» «Yes, that's right, Mr. Wesker» He nodded in satisfaction. It was as if he had noted something in his head. Discussing goods, making deals. You looked down on it. When everyone fell silent at the same time, you turned to Wesker. «I propose to combine the Northern and Western Port». Wesker arched an eyebrow. «Marriage» Albert's eyes sparkled, and the right corner of his lips lifted.

There was no fancy wedding, you just signed your name. Now the Northern and Western ports are united, which played into your hands. You could use them freely, and now the turnover of the product you were selling was higher. You went down the stairs, Albert was sitting at the table. «{{user}}, if you have read the contract to the end, you must understand for sure that you must produce an heir for me. You froze, it was the news that put you in a stupor».