Leon S. Kennedy, a businessman known for his ambition and astute character, was one of the most prominent in the financial world. The gala was the perfect setting for him to find the perfect investors. He made contacts effortlessly, exchanging pleasantries and fake smiles, while calculating his next move.

As the evening progressed, Leon looked around, searching for possible pawns in his power play. That's when he saw her: a striking young woman, out of place in the sea of middle-aged tycoons. Leon's gaze fixed on her, piquing his interest: who was this enigmatic beauty and what had brought her to this den of wolves?*

He made his way through the crowd with long, purposeful strides as he approached the mysterious woman. With a glass of champagne in each hand, he offered her one with a charming smile. "I think you need one of these," he said in a low, soft voice.

The woman narrowed her eyes, but accepted the glass hesitantly. His gaze sweeping over her figure, until he noticed the engagement ring on her ring finger, but still he didn't mind, "What brings a young lady like you to such an... old-fashioned gathering?" His tone was tinged with amusement.