"This is a golden opportunity for me. With this, I can investigate everything and finally find out what really happened. And... could it be that the owner of The King Hotel is also an ally of Mister Burhan?!"

That was what ran through Bara's mind, his chest trembling with rage as he remembered his uncle-whom he had caught countless times betraying his aunt behind her back.

"With this chance, I can also monitor my father's company. What exactly has Mister Burhan been doing all this time? Why does he always insist the company's finances are in trouble when everything seems perfectly fine?"

"Bellyca... Daddy is really happy today, Bell. This is all your luck, my little girl. I hope everything goes smoothly, sweetheart," Bara said, holding his tiny daughter close and gently brushing their noses together.

"Okay. Daddy needs to find a babysitter for you, dear. From now on, Daddy will be traveling a lot."

Bara paused, thinking over his options. A babysitter would probably take good care of his baby.

Suddenly, he remembered someone-Aunt Ming, his neighbor who had helped look after Bellyca the day before when he had to go out shopping.

Aunt Ming was a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She lived at her brother's house and had been alone ever since her husband passed away. Coincidentally, their houses were right next to each other.

Yesterday, when little Bellyca wouldn't stop crying, Aunt Ming knocked on Bara's rented house to check on them. She was able to calm the baby immediately. Bara had explained that the baby's mother had left, and he was taking care of his daughter alone, with no parents left to help him. Since then, Aunt Ming often stopped by whenever she heard Bellyca's loud, nonstop crying because she felt sorry for Bara doing everything by himself.

Because Aunt Ming was kind, gentle, and genuinely caring, Bara had begun asking her to watch his daughter whenever he needed to step out briefly.

After putting his little girl to sleep, Bara stepped out of his rented room and walked over to the neighboring house-Aunt Ming's brother's house. He knocked.

Soon, the door opened.

"Oh, Mister Bara, please come in," said the woman politely.

"It's alright, Ma'am. Is Aunt Ming home?" Bara asked politely. Despite his cool, intimidating appearance, he always spoke respectfully to older people.

"She's here. Wait a moment."

She went inside to call her, and soon Aunt Ming stepped out.

"What is it, Bara?" Aunt Ming asked warmly.

"Aunt Ming... starting tomorrow I'll begin working. Could you help take care of my daughter?" Bara asked.

"Oh, of course! Of course I can. Every morning, I'll come to your house to take care of her," Aunt Ming replied, clearly delighted.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Ming. I'll head home now," Bara said gratefully.

"Yes, dear," she replied gently.

Bara smiled all the way home. Finally, he had found someone he trusted to care for his daughter while he was away.

---

The next morning, just as promised, Bara prepared to leave for a well-known hotel-The King Hotel.

He tried to tidy himself and the room as much as possible. Bellyca had been fussy all night, leaving the room slightly messy.

Knock... knock... knock...!

Someone knocked on Bara's door.

Bara, carrying his daughter who had just finished drinking her milk, quickly walked to open it.

Click!

The door opened.

"Good morning, Bara," said Aunt Ming, already standing at the doorway.

"Good morning, Aunt Ming. Please come in. I was just about to head out," Bara said as he stepped aside. Aunt Ming followed him in.

"Aunt Ming, Bellyca just finished her milk. Later, please help bathe her, Aunt," Bara said softly, kissing his daughter's round chubby cheeks several times.

"Yes, don't worry, Bara. I'll take good care of her," Aunt Ming said reassuringly, stretching out her hands to take the baby.

"Bellyca, dear... Daddy's going now. Stay with Auntie, okay?" Bara whispered affectionately before gently handing her over.

"Alright, Aunt Ming. I'll go first. Please take good care of her," Bara said with a smile, picking up his bag containing his laptop.

He quickly got into the online taxi he had booked earlier and gave the address for his meeting with The King Hotel's Manager.

Brrrrt... brrrrt...

His phone vibrated.

"Hello, sir."

"Good morning, Mr. Barabell," said the voice on the phone. It was the Manager he was supposed to meet.

"Yes, Mr. Manager," Bara answered, not yet knowing his name.

"Just call me Erlang," the Manager replied with a light chuckle.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Erlang. I'll arrive shortly at our meeting point," Bara informed him.

"Actually, Mr. Barabell, our Young Lady suddenly requested to meet you as well. She wants to hear your presentation in person. So we'll be meeting at the hotel, Mr. Barabell. We'll be waiting for you in the meeting room."

"Oh, I understand. Alright, Mr. Erlang. I'll be there soon."

Bara hung up and quickly gave the taxi driver the updated destination.

Upon arriving, Bara stepped out and walked into the grand lobby of the luxurious hotel. With steady footsteps and full confidence, he entered carrying his laptop bag.

"This is my first real client. I must give them my best, convince them, and make sure they're satisfied with my presentation. If I succeed, everything else will become easier," Bara whispered to himself, steadying his slightly racing heart.

"Good morning," Bara greeted the reception desk.

"Good morning, sir. How can we help?" the hotel staff asked politely and in unison.

"I have an appointment with the Manager, Mr. Erlang. May I meet him?" Bara said. The women at the counter kept stealing glances at him.

"One moment, sir. May I know your name?" asked one of them.

"Barbell."

"Mr. Barabell? Please wait a moment," she said before making a call.

A few seconds later, she put down the phone.

"All right, sir. Please go up to the twentieth floor. Manager Erlang is waiting for you there."

"Thank you."

Bara walked past the employees, who continued to stare wide-eyed.

"Oh my gosh, he's so handsome!"

"Lord Barabell is exactly my type!"

"I think I've fallen in love!"

Their excited whispers were loud enough for Bara to hear, but he remained indifferent as he continued walking toward the elevator.

...

Bara immediately went up to the twentieth floor, following the employee's directions. Once he arrived, he stepped toward a room whose door was slightly ajar.

Knock... knock... knock...!

Even though the door was open, Bara still knocked politely.

"Good afternoon," Bara greeted as he stood straight in the doorway.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bara. Please, come in," said a man who immediately stood up-clearly Mr. Erlang.

Bara entered quietly, then bowed respectfully to the several people seated inside.

"You're very young and quite handsome, Mr. Barabell. Let me introduce myself. I'm Erlang, the manager of The King Hotel," he said.

"This is Master Long, the owner of the hotel," he added. Bara quickly shook hands with the man who appeared to be in his fifties.

"Greetings, Master Long," Bara said politely.

"And this is our Young Lady-the only daughter of Master Long," the manager continued, introducing a young woman who had been staring at Bara without blinking.

"Greetings, Young Lady," Bara said as he shook the beautiful woman's hand.

"Just call me Liana," she said softly.

"All right, Miss Liana."

"Please, have a seat, Mr. Barabell," Manager Erlang gestured.

A discussion began, starting with small talk before moving to the main topic: the plan to build a luxury hotel. With his skills, Bara explained his presentation smoothly and clearly, leaving Master Long and his daughter amazed-especially at how young he was.

"Excellent. I really like your brilliant ideas, Barabell," Master Long praised.

"Actually, the construction company we're working with already has a talented architect team, but this time their concept is too ordinary. My daughter wanted a more competent and imaginative exterior-one that can bring out a unique character for the new hotel and attract future visitors."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Long. We can discuss everything further later. This is just a temporary illustration. Everything depends on your final vision," Bara replied humbly.

"It's all up to my daughter, since this hotel is a birthday gift for her twenty-second birthday-just as she requested," Master Long said while glancing at Liana, whose face was turning red.

"I'll discuss everything with Master Barabell later, Papa. Will you agree with all my decisions?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course. Whatever you want," Master Long laughed heartily.

"That's right. I'll arrange a private meeting with Mr. Barabell. Would that be all right with you?" Liana asked, her eyes holding a certain meaning.

"Huh? W-well... just let me know the time. Mr. Erlang can contact me later," Bara replied nervously. The word private had startled him, and he deliberately directed the responsibility back to Erlang.

"No need. I will contact you directly, Mr. Barabell. Any objections?" Liana asked, emphasizing the question.

"No, of course not, Miss Liana. If there's nothing else, I'll excuse myself," Bara said politely.

"Go ahead," Master Long nodded warmly.

"Thank you for choosing me," Bara said while shaking the hotel owner's hand.

"Hopefully our cooperation goes smoothly," Liana said, extending her hand.

"Amen. Thank you for the trust, Miss Liana," Bara replied.

"See you later, Mr. Barabell," said the manager.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Erlang," Bara said sincerely, knowing the manager was the first person who had believed in his design.

Bara stepped out, then headed downstairs to return to his rented house-to his little daughter who had been left since morning.

---

At Delano's residence, Aunt Nay sat holding her phone, waiting anxiously for a call.

Ddrrzzz... ddrrzzz...

"Yes?" she answered quickly.

"Madam," said the man on the line.

"How is it?" she asked directly.

"I've monitored him for days, madam. Just as I reported yesterday, Young Master Bara has never been seen at his wife's residence. I've also been tailing his wife for days, but there's no sign they've met. Instead, it wasn't Young Master Bara who appeared with his wife... but M-Mr. Burhan Wiratama," the man said-Detective Li Bao Yu, Mr. Li's nephew.

"What?!" Nayzilla's brows knitted together tightly.

"Yes, madam. Mr. Burhan Wiratama has been seen in several places with Young Lady Morissa-Young Master Bara's wife," he explained in a low, hoarse voice.

"Where did they go?" Nayzilla asked, feeling as if sharp needles stabbed her chest.

"To her residence, to a shopping mall, and yesterday... to a hotel, madam."

"Good. Keep watching that woman-and Mr. Burhan. Are you absolutely sure about your report? Do you have evidence?" she demanded.

"Yes, madam. I've already sent it. It should arrive soon."

"Good. Continue your work. And find out where Young Master Bara lives now," she ordered coldly.

"Very well, madam."

The call ended. Nayzilla rubbed her forehead, tapping the table repeatedly.

We'll see what you're plotting, she thought bitterly.

I thought it was just my suspicion... turns out it was all your doing.

She snapped the pen in her hand.

"Madam, a package for you," the postman said.

"Thank you," she replied.

She took the brown envelope labeled for Mrs. Nayzilla. Her hands trembled slightly as she opened it. Inside was a white envelope. When she pulled out the contents-several photos spilled into her hands.

Photos of her husband... holding, embracing, even kissing the woman who should have been his nephew's wife.

"You bastard... traitor!" Nayzilla growled, crushing the photos.

---

Meanwhile, Bara had returned home. He and his little daughter were now sleeping soundly together. Bellyca had just finished drinking her milk-the bottle still held loosely in Bara's hand. He looked exhausted, having stayed up all night taking care of his fussy baby.

Aunt Ming had gone home earlier after helping a bit.

Father and daughter slept side by side, both with a hand resting on their foreheads.

A few hours passed.

Ddrrzzz... ddrrzzz... ddrrzzz!

Bara's phone vibrated loudly.

He didn't wake at first.

Ddrrzzz... ddrrzzz... ddrrzzz-

"Hello..." Bara finally answered in a groggy voice.

"Master Barabell, did I disturb your nap?" a familiar voice asked.

"Ah-no. Is this Miss Liana?" he asked, instantly awake.

"That's right. Besides being competent, you're also quick-witted, Mr. Barabell. Can we meet tonight?" she asked, twirling her short hair.

"T-tonight?!" Bara blurted.

"What business do we have at night?!" he wondered internally, frowning.

"Yes. Do you mind, Mr. Barabell?" Liana asked, pressing her tone.

"Ah-no. I'll try, Miss Liana," Bara answered, though he felt uncomfortable refusing.

"Good. I'll be waiting at Café Full of Love at eight tonight. Make sure you come, Mr. Barabell," she said with a mysterious smile.

"...All right."

Bara hung up and snarled in frustration.

"Damn! Why is this woman so pushy?!" he grumbled, tossing his phone onto the nightstand.

Oeekkk... oeekkk... oeekkk...!

Bellyca woke up from the noise of the phone hitting the table.

"Hey, hey... Daddy's beautiful girl, shh... I'm sorry, honey. Daddy didn't mean to," Bara soothed her gently.

"Are you hungry already? Hold on, Daddy will make your milk," he said, lifting his daughter and placing her gently in the crib.

...

Bara stepped out of the bedroom and headed straight to the kitchen. He immediately washed the milk bottle he had forgotten earlier because he had fallen asleep.

After preparing the formula and giving it to his little daughter, Bara patiently held the tiny bottle until his beloved baby finished every drop.

"You're full now, aren't you, sweetheart? Come here. Daddy will change your diaper first. It must be soaked by now," Bara said gently. He lifted his daughter and laid her back on the bed.

Carefully, Bara removed the diaper, wiped her tiny body with a warm, damp cloth, then dressed her in a fresh diaper and clean clothes. After finishing, he gathered all the equipment he had used. This had become Bara's daily routine every afternoon-living the life of a Super Daddy these past few days.

"Let's go back to sleep, Daddy's smartest girl," Bara whispered affectionately, placing Bellyca back in her baby crib.

A few minutes later, Bellyca's eyes fluttered closed again. Seeing her asleep, Bara immediately went to shower and tidy himself up. He put on an elegant yet modest outfit-

a blue plaid long-sleeved shirt paired with black jeans.

After freshening up, Bara contacted someone.

"Aunt Ming," Bara greeted once the call connected.

"Yes, Bara?" Aunt Ming replied warmly.

"Auntie, could you please watch Bellyca for a while? I have something important to do tonight. Is it okay?"

"Oh, yes of course. Auntie will come over right away," she answered gladly.

"Auntie should eat dinner first. I might come home late," Bara reminded her sincerely before ending the call.

"Yes, Son. I'll be there soon."

The call ended. Bara glanced at several design drafts he had worked on yesterday-the ones he hadn't shown Miss Liana during the meeting. He was about to type something on his laptop when someone knocked on his door.

Knock, knock...!

"That must be Aunt Ming," Bara muttered, quickly closing his laptop and slipping it into his bag. He walked to the door with his bag slung over his shoulder.

Click!

He opened the door.

"Auntie Ming, I'm sorry for disturbing your evening. I have an appointment with a client tonight, so I really need to go," Bara said apologetically.

"It's okay, Bara. Don't feel bad. Auntie is happy to take care of Bellyca. She's adorable, and Auntie already considers her like a granddaughter. So don't worry, I'll watch over her well," she replied with her usual kindness.

"Thank you so much, Auntie. I'll leave her to you then," Bara said, bowing respectfully-something he always did toward the elderly who helped him.

After seeing Aunt Ming close the door from inside, Bara headed to the taxi he had ordered earlier.

"To Café Full of Love, please," he told the driver.

"Right away, sir," the driver replied, stepping on the gas.

When they arrived, Bara paid the fare and got out. As he looked around for an empty seat, someone waved at him energetically.

"Master Barabell!"

The voice belonged to the woman who had arranged the meeting-Liana. It seemed she had arrived early.

Bara approached her table.

"Good evening, Miss Liana. I apologize for being a little late," he said, bowing politely.

"Good evening. Please, have a seat," Liana responded with a warm smile.

"No need to be so formal. It's just the two of us now. Call me Liana," she added gently.

"A-alright... L-Liana," Bara said, his voice slightly awkward. Addressing an older client so casually felt strange to him.

"May I call you Bara?" she asked.

"Of course."

Bara looked around the café briefly, trying to ease the nervousness creeping up inside him.

---

"Bara, what would you like to order?" Liana asked sweetly.

"Anything is fine," Bara replied flatly.

"Shall we discuss our project first? I'm worried it'll get too late," Bara said directly.

"Sure, but wait-let me order something first," Liana said. She raised her hand and called over a waitress.

"Good evening, sir, miss. How may I help you?" the waitress said politely, holding a tray with a menu book and a pen.

"We'll have two portions of special fried rice and two lemon juices," Liana said while glancing at the menu.

"Very well. I'll serve them shortly," the waitress responded-and curiously, she hadn't even looked at Bara once.

Bara blinked, surprised.

This was the first time a woman didn't steal even a glance at him.

He watched the waitress walk away, still puzzled.

"What is it, Bara?" Liana asked, noticing his gaze fixed on the waitress.

"It's nothing. Anyway, here are several designs I haven't shown you at the hotel earlier," Bara said, shifting back into work mode.

"I told you we should speak more casually-can we?" Liana whispered, staring straight into his eyes, her voice soft and deep with emotion.

"Oh... yes," Bara replied stiffly, still avoiding her gaze.

"She just wants me to call her name again... she's just like all those other women," Bara thought, already feeling uncomfortable. Liana was showing her interest too clearly.

He began explaining each design displayed on his laptop screen. He spoke thoroughly and professionally, making sure every detail was clear and understandable. After a long presentation, Bara finally finished.

"I like all of them. They're amazing. But could you send them to my email later? I want to study them again," Liana said.

Truthfully, she hadn't been focusing on the designs at all-she had only been admiring Bara's hypnotizing face.

"Excuse me, here are your orders," the waitress returned, setting down their food and drinks.

As she arranged the plates, Bara stared closely at her face.

She still didn't look at him.

His brows furrowed slightly.

I know this woman... but from where?

Bara stared at her longer, searching his memory.

...