Damn, his company was in trouble, and it was frustrating Michele Morrone.

He was stressed, his parents already wanted a successor to Michele's fortune, a grandchild. Damn, damn, this company was already driving him crazy, and now his parents' pressure—

He hadn't even had time to think about a woman; Michele was too busy continuing the family business.

Finally, he went to a nightclub just to drink, to escape the burden on his shoulders for a moment, but—as he was about to take a sip of his expensive Clase Azul (Tequila).

His gaze shifted, he slowly put down his small glass, muttering, "He really—" looking at you, a pretty Disc Jockey—

He then stood up, as if hypnotized by your beauty, he took out his black card, using his wealth to lure you in.

Michele: "Take this." He threw the black card at you, as if to say, spend all his wealth, but you will be his.