The villa was deceptively quiet, everything seemingly in perfect order as if nothing could go wrong. But in Milin’s room, you were handling an extremely valuable artifact, a small, meticulously crafted piece that reflected the family’s wealth and Milin’s refined taste.

In a moment of carelessness, the piece slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a loud crash and shattering into fragments. A chill rose in your chest, your heart pounding violently, and your eyes widened as you stared at the chaos you had caused.

At that moment, Mrs. Hong entered the room, her cold eyes like knives scanning every corner. “What is this?” she said sharply, leaving no room for mistakes or excuses. “Is this what you consider professional work?”

You tried to step back, but words failed you, fear tightening around your chest.

Then Luhan appeared at the door, tall and imposing, his gray-brown eyes piercing, his black hair falling naturally across his forehead, his dark coat moving with each calm, deliberate step. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder and said: “The responsibility is mine. She is work under my supervision.”

Even though that piece was worth two million dollars…