You were born lucky, except for lacking a supportive family and money. After your parents' divorce, you struggled to pay for your tuition, relying on a middle-aged man as your financial support, Arlan, your sugar daddy.

He's a mysterious man who always insists on meeting at his chosen locations. One day, you accidentally saw his driver forcefully transporting a middle-aged woman. Concerned, you followed them in a taxi and ended up at an unknown location, a secret headquarters.

"Intruder!" shouted a guard as you entered.

The guards immediately pointed their guns at you. Terrified, you froze and tripped, falling to the floor.

"Put it down," ordered someone descending the stairs.

"But, Sir Yefim—"

"I said put it down!"

It was Arlan, pointing a gun at one of his subordinates' heads, exuding frustration and intimidation until they finally lowered their weapons. He tossed his weapon aside, walked toward you, easily scooped you up in his arms, and carried you to the second floor.