"I won't let this slide," Ivy muttered under her breath, striding purposefully through the front yard of her house.

"Why am I the one being thrown out?"

Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, the memory of that night-the night she caught her husband in bed with another woman-flashing back with cruel clarity, reigniting the fury inside her.

"Why was I so stupid to love him?" she grumbled, not slowing her pace. From the moment she met Rico back in high school, Ivy had fallen for him. Not just for his charming smile that always made her feel special, but for the way he treated her-as if the world belonged to just the two of them.

Her love had blossomed over time, deepening into something fierce and unwavering.

They had gone through everything together-graduation, the start of their careers, and finally, standing side by side at the altar. Ivy had believed, with all her heart, that Rico was her destiny. The man who would be there through thick and thin.

She gave their marriage her all-her heart, her time, even the dreams she'd once kept for herself.

But reality turned out to be far more brutal than any love story she had imagined.

Everything shattered the night she walked into their bedroom and saw him... with her.

Her breath had caught in her throat at the sight of their bodies entangled under the dim light. There was no shame on Rico's face. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying it. As if that betrayal wasn't enough, he had the audacity to serve her with divorce papers the next day.

The betrayal tore Ivy's heart into pieces. The pain in her chest was so sharp, so suffocating, she couldn't even put it into words.

As she reached the front door, Ivy suddenly heard voices coming from inside-cheerful, happy voices. Laughing. Teasing.

"I'll make sure this house never ends up in Ivy's hands."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Her hand had already reached the doorknob, but she froze.

It was Rico's voice. Calm. Carefree.

"This place is yours, right?" the woman-Clara, Ivy recognized her voice-asked sweetly.

The same woman Ivy had found in bed with her husband.

"So make sure it doesn't go to your ex-wife."

"Relax, babe. That's not going to happen," Rico replied smoothly.

More laughter. More flirtatious banter. The sound of it made Ivy's stomach churn. Disgust turned into resolve. She gripped the doorknob and twisted it open without knocking.

The door was unlocked.

Of course it was. Maybe Rico had left it that way on purpose, hoping she'd catch them again, wrapped up in each other like some kind of sick joke.

"Well, looks like your ex-wife is here," Clara announced, flashing a smug smile.

Ivy's chest heaved. Part of her wanted to scream that the divorce papers hadn't even made it to court yet-that, legally, they were still married. But Clara clearly had no problem playing the role of the victor, already claiming Ivy's place like it was hers to begin with.

But Ivy was done begging for Rico's love.

He had thrown her away like she was nothing. He had made it clear she wasn't enough for him. So what was the point of fighting for him now?

She was here for one thing only-to settle the matter of the house. And this house? It wasn't his to keep.

He was the one who should be leaving. Not her.

After three days of isolating herself, Ivy had done her homework. She'd dug through every detail of Rico's life-the things he kept hidden, including his affair with Clara. The woman, it turned out, was the daughter of Rico's area manager. And it was her father's support that had gotten Rico his promotion.

How did she find all that out?

Simple. Luna.

Her best friend had proven herself once again. Luna had done the digging, and what she uncovered only made Ivy feel more humiliated-like she'd been a fool right down to the bone.

"Make him beg for forgiveness, Ivy!" Luna had snapped with fire in her eyes. "Don't you dare let him win. Don't let him keep stomping on your pride."

Luna had cursed Rico so many times, Ivy had lost count. If he had been standing in front of her, Luna might have slapped him across the face without hesitation.

"I can't believe I gave him all that love... and this is how he repaid me," Ivy had said, her voice hollow.

"That's why you never love anyone too much, Ivy. I've warned you before, but you never listened," Luna had sighed in frustration. "Let him go. Divorce him. You deserve happiness. One day, some man will love you more than the world itself-more than the universe, deeper than the damn ocean."

"Since when did you get so poetic?" Ivy had laughed softly. "Thank you... for being here."

And now here she was-standing in the living room, face to face with Rico.

She ignored the pretty woman clinging to his side, her presence like a cheap perfume in the air.

"You signed the divorce papers, right?" Rico asked casually, like they were just discussing the weather.

Without saying much, Ivy pulled the papers out of her bag and flung them without hesitation straight into Rico's face. He just laughed mockingly.

"It's funny, isn't it? Getting served divorce papers while your husband is on top of another woman," Ivy said calmly.

Clara laughed shamelessly. "You should be asking yourself why your husband turned away," she said, deliberately draping herself on Rico with exaggerated affection.

Ivy rolled her eyes in disgust. The nausea and revulsion swirling inside her only grew heavier. With biting sarcasm, she asked, "You love this woman, Rico?"

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow but smiled widely. "You're asking questions you don't need to ask, Ivy. Or do you want to hear something painful? Like that I don't love you anymore?"

Ivy chuckled darkly. "Ah, you fell in love with her," she nodded briefly. "But I don't think you fell for this cheap woman. You just fell too deep-into your own lust and ego."

"What did you say?" Clara snapped, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Calm down, darling," Rico interrupted, knowing better than to let Clara ruin their plans. He wouldn't let that happen. "I don't care what she says, babe. Besides, soon enough, we won't have to deal with her anymore, right?"

Clara stared at Rico with tightly suppressed irritation. "Shameless woman," she spat out.

"It's obvious Rico won't stay with you, yet you still cling to hope?"

Ivy gave a thin, confident smile. "Not at all," she replied firmly. "And don't worry-I'm not going to seek revenge. The world has its own way of making you regret this."

"You're just talking nonsense, Ivy."

Rico tore open the documents and his smile widened even more. He was already growing annoyed with everything Ivy said. "One more thing-pack your things. I'm moving into this house with my future wife."

Ivy's hands clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. "You should know, Rico, I paid for most of this house," she shot back, her anger boiling over. She hadn't expected him to behave like this.

"If you forgot," Rico sneered, "this house is in my name. You can't use your name for the paperwork, can you?"

His grin turned sly.

"So... before I get rough, you'd better clear out your stuff."

Clara's mocking laughter rang through the room like cruel bells. Ivy's fists were clenched so tightly it hurt, her breath heavy and ragged.

Her eyes flashed sharp daggers as she shifted her gaze between Rico and Clara. She was overwhelmed by a storm of emotions.

"I'm not going anywhere," Ivy said, each word a firm punch. "This is my home. I bought it with my hard-earned money."

Rico scoffed, clearly dismissive. "You? Bought it?" He stood right in front of her.

"You're not amnesic, right? My money went into this house too. And I'll say it again-this house is in my name. You have no right to it, Ivy."

"You'd better get out of this house," Clara finally spoke up. "Or do you want me to bring the cops to kick you out?"

***

"Hello."

A low voice, light and teasing, cut through the tension. A sudden scent of cologne hit Ivy's nose, making her look up. Not far from her, a man she'd recently come to know smiled faintly. Ivy was slowly getting used to the scent of his cologne.

"Have you finished your business?"

When Ivy had come by the house a little while ago, she wasn't alone-this man was with her.

"Just now," Ivy replied, struggling to maneuver two large suitcases.

"Is that all you're bringing?"

"I think so," Ivy answered, uncertain.

"Hmm..." The man eyed her with an amused smile. "Are you sad about losing your husband?"

"Damn it!" Ivy snapped, frustrated. "I just want my house back."

The man nodded in understanding.

"Come on, I don't want to stay here long. Let's get this over with." Ivy reluctantly dragged her suitcases along.

The man laughed out loud. "You're really impatient." Without waiting, he grabbed Ivy's two suitcases. "I promised I'd help, remember?"

Ivy shot him a sharp glare as he walked beside her. There was no struggle for him to lift what she had been carrying.

"Don't look at me like I'm your enemy, Ivy," Josh said, still grinning. "I'm your strongest ally, you know."

Ivy said nothing.

"You haven't forgotten our deal, right?"

Ivy hadn't forgotten the deal between them. It had only been three days, but how could she forget a single detail? Especially when that conversation happened right after what they'd done all night at the hotel.

Ugh. Ivy had always prided herself on never regretting her decisions. But that night... that night left her with a thousand questions and a crushing weight on her shoulders. She should've known better than to fall for a stranger's tempting invitation to "have a little fun," right?

"I think you've got the wrong idea," Ivy said calmly. "I'm not a call girl."

Josh chuckled softly, running a rough hand through his hair.

"Wow. I honestly have no idea how to respond to this... whatever this is," he said, blue eyes scanning his own naked form-and then looking at the equally bare woman in front of him.

They had stripped each other down to absolutely nothing. As Josh's gaze roamed, he noticed faint red marks still scattered across Ivy's skin-his handiwork, without a doubt.

Did we really get so drunk last night that we didn't know what we were doing?

No.

Josh wasn't drunk. He remembered everything. Too clearly.

He was just lost-in every move she made. Whatever spell Ivy had cast, he had been completely consumed by it. Once wasn't enough. Nor was twice. They had explored every inch of that hotel room like it was a world of its own, fueled by raw hunger and reckless desire.

"Shit," Josh muttered, rubbing his face. "What time is it?" He needed to pull himself together.

"Eleven a.m.," Ivy replied, trying to sound unfazed.

"I think we both need a minute to breathe." Her voice was steady, even if her heartbeat wasn't. "Mind if I use the bathroom first? I need to get dressed."

"Go ahead."

Ivy gathered her clothes-scattered like confetti across the floor-and hurried into the bathroom. God, this is humiliating. She took a moment to breathe, then splashed cold water on her face and washed herself off. Once she felt somewhat composed, she stepped out, doing her best to mask the awkwardness gnawing at her.

Josh was already waiting on the sofa, dressed in nothing but a hotel bathrobe. His clothes were still on the floor, like he had no plans to put them back on anytime soon.

"I ordered coffee and toast," he said casually. "Hope you don't mind having breakfast while we talk about... last night."

Ivy gave a faint smile. "No, that's fine."

She sat across from him. "How about we-"

"How much would you like as an apology?" Josh cut her off smoothly. "Just name the price. Whatever it takes to make sure we never have to see each other again."

Ivy blinked, stunned into silence. "I'm sorry, what?"

"We both know last night was about having fun."

He wasn't wrong. Ivy couldn't deny it-last night was unforgettable. After so long without being touched like that-with such hunger, teasing, wild passion, and no time even to catch her breath-it had broken down her walls. Completely.

"But I'm not about to deal with a stranger coming to me later, asking me to take responsibility."

She stared at him, still processing.

"Pregnancy, for example," Josh added with a pointed cough, as if the memory hit him too-the way they'd done it last night. No protection.

At that, Ivy laughed. "Oh my God, that's what you're worried about?"

This man. This impossibly handsome man-no wonder people adored him, threw themselves at him just to get a second of his attention. But none of them realized what a complete bastard he really was.

He discarded women like used napkins. Never mind their feelings-as long as he got his pleasure, that was enough.

Damn it, Ivy thought bitterly. Why did I have to get involved with a man like this?

"You don't have to worry-I'm not asking you to take responsibility for last night. In fact, I came here to apologize. But sadly, I see now just how little I'm worth in your eyes."

Ivy let out a slow sigh and rose from her seat.

"I think we've said enough. Besides, we never even exchanged names, did we?"

For the first time in a long while, Joshua Miller was at a complete loss for words. He stared, unblinking, at the woman in front of him. How could she reject his offer so outright-without hesitation, without even the usual fake protests he was used to hearing from women after a night together?

This never happened. That's why he preferred dealing with escorts-clean, simple, no drama after the fun was over.

Dylan's going to pay for this mistake, Josh swore to himself.

And yet... last night had been spectacular. This woman-whoever she was-matched his every move, met every desire without flinching. Her touch, soft and melting like marshmallow, had set his skin on fire. Was she that experienced, or did she just instinctively know how to bring a man to his knees?

Josh didn't know. And that unsettled him.

"Just name it. Tell me what you want," Josh said, crossing his arms, unwilling to let her slip away so easily.

He wasn't about to be manipulated by flowery words. Surely she had an angle. Women always did. They played the long game-acted indifferent, only to ask for something more when they thought the moment was right.

"This kind of opportunity doesn't come often, does it? I could make your wish come true in an instant."

Once again, Ivy laughed. "What, did I just sleep with the genie from Aladdin's lamp?"

Josh couldn't help but chuckle. "Sure, let's go with that. Don't tell me you don't know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, sir."

"Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his chest with theatrical flair. "Alright, fine. Let's pretend I am the genie. So tell me-what's your wish? Let's end this conversation today."

"Why are you so insistent?"

That question caught Josh off guard. She was right-why was he pushing this so hard? It wasn't like him. And yet... he didn't want to stop.

"Just say it. Really-I can make it happen."

Ivy sighed deeply. "If you insist..."

Josh straightened, ready. He figured she'd ask for money-probably a generous amount. Enough to buy a car, go on a shopping spree, whatever. That was fine. For Josh, money was never an issue.

But what Ivy said next caught him completely off guard.

"Help me get revenge on the man who betrayed me-my husband. He cheated on me. Can you do that?"

For a moment, Josh was stunned into silence. And then-

"Ah, sorry. That was ridiculous of me to say," Ivy laughed lightly. "Forget I said anything. Goodbye-and like you said, let's hope we never meet again."

"Wait-hold on," Josh stammered, reaching out and grabbing her hand. The firm grip startled her.

"I'm not done talking."

Ivy looked at him in disbelief. Wasn't the conversation over? Why was he suddenly changing the direction again?

"What if we made a little deal?"

Her brows knit together. "What do you mean?"

"I'll help you get your revenge-but in return, you'll have to treat me the same way you did last night."

Ivy stared at him, completely thrown off.

"The same way as last night?" she echoed, her brows knitting together. Then the realization hit.

"You mean... you want me to pay you back with my body? To sleep with you?"

Josh nodded, utterly unapologetic.

"Oh, hell no!" Ivy snapped, yanking her hand from his grip. "I don't appreciate being treated like I'm some cheap trade-off, sir. Thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested."

In a matter of seconds, Josh's ego took a serious blow.

He wasn't used to being turned down. Ever. Everything he wanted had always come easily. But this woman-this stranger-was a whole different story. Still, Josh wasn't the type to give up so easily. He felt a strange pull, an urge to break through her defenses.

"I'll send you the full details of my medical status," he said suddenly, a rare hint of vulnerability lacing his voice. He looked uncomfortable, like he wasn't used to sharing personal information.

Ivy should've just walked away. She knew that. But something about his tone stopped her cold.

"You're... sick?" she asked cautiously.

"What does that have to do with what we did last night?"

Josh chuckled, low and a bit bitter.

"Everything." He patted the empty space on the sofa next to him, silently inviting her to sit.

After a moment of hesitation and a wary glance, Ivy complied, settling beside him.

"It's been a long time since I've had good sex," Josh admitted, his voice low. "No one's ever matched my pace the way you did. Do you know what it feels like to have sex and still walk away unsatisfied? I'm a grown man with very real needs, Ivy."

Unbelievable. Ivy nearly rolled her eyes. If shameless had a face, it was sitting right next to her. He was really talking about this-out loud-with a straight face. Unsatisfied? Was he for real?

"It's been a struggle," Josh continued. "Not being able to fulfill those basic needs-it messes with everything. So, how about this: you become my sex partner as payment. Fair trade, right?"

Ivy looked at him, long and hard. She said nothing at first, just studied his face. Handsome. Frustratingly so. The kind of man who could easily be used as a weapon in the right scheme. A man like that could be the perfect tool for revenge. He didn't seem like he came from money either-probably just some restaurant employee.

But the real question was: Could he be trusted?

"How long would this arrangement last?" she asked at last. If you're already ankle-deep in the mud, what's the harm in diving in all the way?

Josh smiled, sensing victory. "Until your revenge is complete. So... are you agree with me?"

"You'll be staying here for a while," Josh said as he tapped a series of numbers into the smart lock on the door.

"Make sure you remember the passcode-696969."

Ivy blinked in disbelief. "Seriously? Was there no other number combination you could've used?"

Josh shot her a sideways grin and chuckled. "Easier to remember this way."

He stepped inside without another word, leaving Ivy frozen at the doorway. Her eyes widened as she took in the vast space before her. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls framed a breathtaking view of Seoul's glittering skyline at night. The city lights sparkled like a sea of stars, their reflection shimmering on the gleaming white marble floors. At the center of the living room sat a luxurious black leather L-shaped sofa, perfectly paired with a sleek glass coffee table topped with a vase of white roses-elegance in its purest form.

"Is this... your apartment?" Ivy finally stepped in, cautiously, as if afraid her presence might taint the perfection of the place.

Her gaze swept across the open-concept kitchen fitted with stainless steel appliances, then moved to the large bookshelf tucked in the corner. A spiral staircase with glass railings spiraled upward, making her eyes widen even more.

Josh shrugged off his jacket and hung it by the door. "Yeah. Not too shabby, right?"

"Not too shabby?" Ivy spun around to face him, disbelief etched across her face. "This place looks like a five-star hotel suite! Who are you, Josh?"

He only gave a casual shrug, strolling toward the small minibar near the window. "Getting curious about me now, are you?"

Ivy frowned. That was her mistake-she'd agreed to the deal without knowing anything about this man beyond his name: Joshua Miller. She had no clue about his background, his job, or what kind of world he came from. Was he a mafia boss? An international criminal?

"Just a regular guy who happens to have a comfortable place to stay," Josh said, pouring red wine into two glasses before handing one to her.

She accepted it with a cautious look. "Regular guys don't live in places like this," she said, narrowing her eyes as if trying to read him.

"Are you some CEO? Company owner? Chairman of the board? Or... a loan shark?"

Josh laughed. "A CEO? A loan shark? You're imaginative, Ivy."

She stepped closer, her stare more intense. "Then tell me who you really are. I have a right to know-especially if I'm going to be staying here."

Josh took another sip of his wine, then gave her a mischievous smile. "Me? I'm just a man who really, really likes the number sixty-nine."

Ivy let out a groan. "You're seriously not going to tell me?"

He shrugged again, completely unbothered. "You'll find out eventually. For now, just think of me as your mysterious benefactor-kind enough to give you a place to stay and help you get your revenge. And in return, you give me what I want."

Ivy sighed, turning her gaze to the enormous window. The dazzling city lights managed to distract her for a moment from the irritation building in her chest.

"Well, thanks for the luxury accommodation, Mister Mysterious. But don't think I won't find out who you really are."

Josh chuckled as he walked over to the sofa and flopped down.

"Be my guest. Though I'm pretty sure you'll be too busy tending to my needs to worry about uncovering my secrets."

Ivy exhaled deeply. As frustrating as it was to talk to Josh, she had to admit-thanks to him, her dignity was still intact. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to say it.

"Thanks for coming with me to get my things from the house."

Josh glanced her way, offering only a brief nod in reply. "You deserve someone better than that guy, Ivy."

She fell silent.

"Don't worry. That house will be yours again," Josh said with a confident smile.

"Now then, I have some things to take care of. And I've already got a plan for how I'm going to help you get your revenge."

His grin stretched wider-equal parts playful and dangerous.

"I don't want much," Ivy said softly, her hands wringing together in her lap. "I just want that house back. No matter what it takes, I believe you can do it for me."

Josh studied her with mild surprise.

"I'm curious-why are you so attached to that house?" If Ivy simply wanted a decent place to live, Josh could easily give her one-something bigger, more luxurious, more comfortable. So why was she clinging so tightly to that particular house?

"I worked hard to save up for it, Josh," Ivy said with a bitter laugh. "I won't just sit back and let that man enjoy the fruits of my labor with his mistress."

But then her face dropped, her expression shadowed by regret.

"Unfortunately, I have no legal claim. The house was registered in Rico's name."

Ah, so that's how it was. Josh nodded to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. "So that's the real reason."

Ivy gave a silent nod, then let out a long sigh.

"But maybe I need to learn to let it go. The house might never be mine again, and I don't want to keep getting my hopes up."

Her shoulders slumped.

"I'll just have to work hard and buy another place someday. I mean... I can't exactly live with you forever, can I?"

Josh burst out laughing. "Why not? You have a problem living with me?"

"Living with you is part of our arrangement, and only until it's over," Ivy replied flatly. "I have no intention of staying with a man who's clearly surrounded by women."

Josh laughed even harder. "That's pretty bold coming from someone who's only known me for a few days."

Ivy chuckled under her breath. "It's just an observation-based on the endless phone calls you keep getting. Most of them sound like women."

Josh's laughter filled the room. He even had to wipe the corner of his eye as a tear escaped. "Alright, alright. I really have to go now. I've got things to take care of."

Ivy didn't stop him as he moved toward the door. But just before he disappeared from view, she spoke up. "Would it be okay if I bought some ingredients for dinner?"

Josh paused and turned around. "Go ahead. Treat it like your own place."

"Is there anything you'd like to have for dinner tonight?"

That question caught Josh off guard. In thirty-five years, no one had ever asked him something like that. He'd lived most of his life alone. But ever since Ivy entered his world, everything felt slightly... different. Like unfamiliar ripples stirring emotions he didn't recognize.

"You want to cook for me?"

"Is that a problem?" Ivy asked, tilting her head in confusion. She just wanted to show her gratitude. But judging from Josh's reaction, she might've overstepped somehow.

"No," Josh said after a pause, shaking his head slowly. "Do what you want."

"Alright then." Ivy's tone brightened. "I'll let you know when dinner's ready. Try not to come home too late, okay?"

Josh blinked. There was something different about the way she said that-something that made him pause.

"Are you... waiting for me?"

"Of course. Think of it as my way of saying thank you-for staying with me and helping me earlier," Ivy said sincerely.

Josh's gaze sharpened, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "Ah, and here I thought you were hoping I'd come back to do... something else."

He stepped closer, his movements steady and purposeful. Ivy, still seated on the couch, felt her breath catch. His towering presence loomed over her, and she could feel his warmth, the weight of his stare locking her in place.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked nervously as his hand braced on the back of the sofa, effectively caging her in.

"I have a meeting with the lawyer who'll help transfer the house back into your name," Josh said, his voice low and serious. "I'll make sure you get it back. But in return, you know what I want... don't you?"

***

"How do I look?"

Rico stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit for what must have been the tenth time. His eyes gleamed with confidence, reflecting the burning ambition simmering in his chest.

Clara smiled with quiet satisfaction, her gaze full of open admiration for the man standing before her.

"You're more than ready to meet the Director," she said with conviction.

Rico let out a soft chuckle.

"I have to make the best first impression, right? I've heard he's not exactly the easiest person to approach. But as the new marketing manager-and with your father's support-I'm confident I'll become someone Director Josh can rely on."

Clara nodded eagerly.

"I believe in you, babe."

Rico looked at his reflection once more.

Today was the beginning of everything. The CEO of MAC Corp was arriving for his official introduction, and tomorrow, Rico would start his new role as Marketing Manager at MAC Corp's Seoul branch. A strategic position, no doubt. This was his year-when all his hard work would finally pay off.

As a newly promoted employee, Rico had been granted a rare opportunity: to meet the company's top executive before officially working under his leadership. It was a chance he had no intention of wasting. If he played his cards right, who knew? By next year, he could be aiming even higher.

"Let's go. We don't want to keep him waiting," Rico said as he strode out, heading toward the 30th floor-the CEO's domain. Starting tomorrow, his own office would also be relocated there, closer to the heart of MAC Corp's power.

In the elevator, several high-ranking executives joined them, all bound for the same destination. Conversations buzzed about the new CEO-some filled with admiration, others exaggerated to the point of flattery. Classic corporate brown-nosing.

Rico smirked to himself. He knew how to navigate this game. If he didn't, he wouldn't have climbed the ladder so quickly.

When they arrived at the conference room on the 30th floor, the atmosphere was noticeably more formal than usual. The space had been transformed into a welcoming room for the new CEO-the youngest son of the Miller family, heir to a global business empire.

Soft murmurs passed between the executives. Some faces bore curiosity, others radiated ambition. Rico kept his focus on one thing only: making sure he stood out in the eyes of the man at the top.

Then the door opened.

Silence fell instantly. Every conversation, every breath seemed to pause. A man stepped inside, and with him came a presence that seized control of the room.

Dressed in an impeccable suit that hugged his tall frame, his gaze was sharp, radiating self-assurance. He wasn't fazed by the hushed murmurs or the admiring glances thrown his way.

"Good afternoon."

His voice was deep and commanding, unhurried yet full of weight. He looked around, scanning every face in the room-as if committing them to memory, sizing up who was worth his time and who was merely background noise.

And then, his eyes met Rico's.

Rico, already primed with his best smile, quickly bowed politely, determined to make a strong first impression.

Bingo. I've got you.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of the man's lips-barely noticeable, yet enough to send a shiver down Rico's spine. To Rico, that subtle smile felt like a stroke of luck. Who knew? Maybe they'd hit it off quickly, and Rico could become the new CEO's trusted confidant.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Joshua Miller, your new CEO here at MAC Corp's Seoul branch, taking over from my older brother, Jackson Miller."