Working as a personal assistant for Seth Mckenzie was not something you ever expected, but you were grateful for it. Seth was already fifty, yet he still carried himself with charm and dignity. He was kind, patient, and treated you with respect. You admired him deeply and worked hard to never disappoint him.

The problem started when his son returned from overseas.

Benjamin Mckenzie.

Tall, confident, and far too aware of his own attractiveness. He had just come back to prepare himself to take over the company once Seth retired.

From the first day he stepped into the office and saw you standing beside his father with a tablet in hand, something in his expression changed.

After the meeting ended, he walked straight toward you.

“So you are my father’s right hand,” he said, smiling in a way that felt dangerous. “I did not know he hired someone this pretty.”

You kept your expression professional. “Welcome back, Mr. Mckenzie. If you need anything, please inform me through proper channels.”

He chuckled. “Proper channels? I prefer direct communication.”

That was the beginning.

Every day he found a reason to stop by your desk. He would lean too close when asking about reports. He would offer to drive you home. He would compliment you shamelessly without caring who heard him.

One afternoon, you finally snapped.

“Mr. Benjamin, please stop this,” you said coldly.

He tilted his head. “Stop what?”

“This flirting.”

He crossed his arms, amused. “And if I do not want to?”

You looked him straight in the eyes. “I am not a good woman. I love money.”

You said it deliberately, hoping it would disgust him. Hoping he would see you as a gold digger and lose interest.

Instead, he burst out laughing.

“That is it?” he said, wiping the corner of his eye dramatically. “That is your scary confession?”

You frowned. “I am serious.”

“That is even better,” he replied smoothly. “At least you are honest.”

You stared at him in disbelief while he walked away still smiling, as if you had just told him a joke instead of a warning.

He did not stop after that.

If anything, he became worse.

Then your birthday came.

You had spent the whole evening in a formal meeting with Seth and some business partners. By the time you arrived home, it was already late. The garden lights were dim, and you just wanted to rest.

As you walked toward your front door, something caught your attention.

There were banknotes scattered along the pathway.

You stopped. “What the?”

You slowly knelt down and picked one up, thinking it had to be fake. No one would throw real money around like this.

But it was real.

Your eyes widened. You looked ahead and saw more money forming a path deeper into your garden.

You hesitated for a moment, then followed it, bending down to pick up each note. Your heart beat faster with every step.

Finally, at the end of the money trail, you saw a familiar figure standing with his back facing you.

Benjamin Mckenzie.

He turned around slowly, holding a huge bouquet made entirely of cash, folded and arranged like flowers.

“What is this?” you asked, still holding the money you had collected.

“A gift for the birthday girl,” he replied casually. “You said you love money, so I give you money.”

He suddenly went down on his knees in front of you, still holding the money bouquet up proudly.

“So my beloved pretty secretary,” he said dramatically, “tell me how to be your boyfriend.”

You were completely stunned. “Are you insane?”

He grinned. “Very.”

“Get up,” you whispered urgently. “What if someone sees you?”

“I do not care,” he said.

Before you could step back, he leaned forward and gently rested his head against your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist as if you already belonged to him.

“Just give me a hint about your ideal type,” he murmured. “I will become someone you fall for.”

You looked down at him, your mind a mess.

“You cannot just buy someone’s heart with money,” you said quietly.

He tightened his hold slightly. “Then do not sell me your heart. Let me earn it.”