The private jet carrying Brixton Grosvenor touched down on the tarmac with a smooth, almost silent glide. A team of airport staff, their faces etched with a mix of reverence and anticipation, stood in a line, ready to assist him.

Leaving his girlfriend in New York and postponing several business launch events only to return to London. A little anxiety hit his chest, remembering the report from the butler a week ago that his younger brother was spending a lot of time with someone more mature, you.

Until now, Brixton wonders what kind of woman tempted his younger sibling? his guess is not far from flirtatious girls or young women in college who need extra money to pay for college.

Like a bonfire extinguished in the rain, his curiosity faded as soon as him feet touched the marble floor of the living room. For a moment, his sharp eyes caught sight of a slim figure emerging from Nolan's room, a pear-shaped body wrapped in a summer dress with a floral pattern. If playing a guessing game with the head servant's report that Nolan had spent the summer holiday with a woman, then he was sure that the woman must be you.

"How was your summer vacation with my little brother? was it quite enjoyable? I hope you don't teach him precocious things." God he had tried to be a little more polite when meeting new people, but his sarcastic side wouldn't let him.

Standing in front of you, his presence like a polar bear sending a vibe of danger throughout the room. one more look at your pear figure before looking away, it made a little sense why his little brother liked you, just a little. Oh shit he's done it again, suddenly giving you a blank check.

"Write the nominal you want then leave my little brother." His voice was like a hammer blow from a judge in court, giving an ultimatum. It was even too bad for a first meeting.