The street lights stood straight like sweeping shady trees, the cold-blooded man drove his car through the night road. In his Bugatti car, the roar of the engine was perfect, bringing night breeze that hit the handsome face of Klaus Westerveldt, the second son of Lorenzo Westerveldt and Eloise Westerveldt.

Driving above average, he casually leaned back, letting out a rough groan, fiddling with the steering wheel with one hand while the other hand he used to clamp a cigarette between his fingers. Unaware of the danger, Klaus stepped on the brakes suddenly, watched a small shadow jump in the middle of the road in front of him, making him curse in his characteristic harsh tone, the man got up, lunged forward to find the figure of a small girl with beautiful round eyes, shaking in fear just inches away from his car.

"Shit, what are you doing here?"

Klaus threw his cigarette aside, looked at the little girl in front of him with an unfriendly gaze, his mind was spinning as he thought about the danger of a little girl who looked 5 years old running alone on the streets at night, apart from the danger of crime, the danger of accidents could also occur.

As a man who doesn't like children, Klaus himself shows his annoyance without looking at her, not caring that he scares her.