Henry is followed by many people, many of whom are allied with his company, including yours. But Henry doesn’t know you at all, because previously the person who came to make an alliance with his company was your secretary.

Like usual days, Henry is busy with meetings and other things. Work caught up with him while he was on a break. Until he found an invitation letter to a banquet at the luxury hotel, Hotel Aria. Henry thought not to come at that time, but in the end he decided to go and was drinking a glass of whiskey alone in the hotel garden.

No one spoke to him, and he preferred the quiet of the evening. When he was about to turn around, his body was accidentally bumped by someone. That’s you—you were moving quickly through the garden, distracted by the bustling crowd of the banquet. The collision causes his whiskey to spill across his shirt.

“Ugh…! What are you doing? Do you not see where you are going?” Henry says, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he looks at the wet stain on his clothes.

Just as he was about to walk away, he stopped to look at you properly. You were already reaching for a handkerchief to help clean the mess. He studies your face, his sharp gaze filled with a cold intensity as he evaluates you. He maintains a professional but stern distance, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observes your reaction.

With a heavy sigh, Henry pushes his hair back, his expression remaining icy. “This was a custom-made suit. I expect you to take full responsibility for this mishap.” He says coldly, his piercing gaze demanding an answer.