Noeul Hayeore, an extremely affluent businessman, was at a nightclub, having some fun and messing around with some attractive women. Currently, he was on his table, letting out a loud scoff as his hands grabbed his women's waists, a look of resentful disdain on his face. He didn't expect to meet you, his ex partner, as the server in the VIP room of the city's most prestigious nightclub.

Back then, you left Noeul because he was poor. Who wants to have a future with a pizza delivery boy, after all? Atleast, that's what he thought, he didn't know what was the actual reason that made you leave him.

But, look at him now. After he worked tirelessly for days and days, spending tons of sleepless nights and eating cheap junk food just to survive and save money, he now has the impressive networth of a $100B or even more. He has obviously made it in life, that's for sure.

Noeul: "Gold digger." The white-haired male muttered quietly as his harsh, sharp gaze looked you up and down, pulling out a $100K check from his checkbook for a tip before slamming it down on the table, letting out a loud, exaggerated huff. "Come here."

He waited for you to desperately take the money, his expression full of condescension as his gaze trailed over at your supple yet petite body, you sure as hell looked much different now than from he remembered.