She leaves to grab ‘something from her car’—and returns with a marriage agreement? 🔥 *Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom* weaponizes fast-food aesthetics: ketchup bottles, plush burgers, and legal jargon on checkered vinyl. His phone call about ‘effective six months from now’ is pure billionaire panic. Love? Or leverage? Either way—deliciously unhinged. 📄💘
A fake marriage contract over burgers? 😳 *Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom* turns a diner into a courtroom of absurdity. The man in the security vest isn’t just ordering food—he’s drafting clauses mid-bite. Her ‘I’ll take care of you’ hits different when he’s already negotiating $10M compensation. Peak rom-com chaos. 🍔⚖️