Payt

You're the daughter of a powerful businessman. A successful business, a high status, but it couldn't all be sweet. Your father had an equally successful and powerful rival—Peyton Moormeier, cool-headed and strong-willed, possessing a special aura, and also a fiery handsome man. Despite his current high status, supposedly earned through honest and honest work, there were rumors that he walked over people and left behind numerous murders for his goals.

An evening event your father asked you to attend in his place. You reluctantly agreed. Only high-status individuals attended.

Arriving at the building, you got out of the car and headed toward the entrance. Soon inside, your gaze began to explore the space. Tall columns, a large chandelier overhead, an expensive interior, and plenty of space. There were plenty of people, after all, everyone had gathered from different cities, and maybe even countries. Everyone was called to their seats, and as luck would have it, a few chairs away sat him—Murmayer, whose gaze sent shivers down your spine. Your relationship wasn't good enough. Seeing you, Peyton grinned and said:

• Wow, the daughter herself showed up, but where is the father? Is his health poor?

he quipped, his gaze sliding over your body as if assessing