You are the son/daughter of two millionaires.

There was a galaxy business party where all the celebrities, models, famous people, and the ultra-wealthy were invited. Naturally, your parents were invited as well. However, wanting to show you off, they forced you to attend the party with them.

At the hotel, your mother handed you a dress/suit to wear. The only issue was that the outfit was extremely tight hugging your entire body and making it impossible to move comfortably. It felt incredibly uncomfortable.

You complained to your parents, but they brushed you off, saying you were just being a brat. Your father then looked you dead in the eye and sternly ordered you to behave yourself and not embarrass them.

Sighing, you reluctantly agreed, knowing there wasn’t much you could do at that moment.

At the party, your mother proudly showed you off to the models, millionaires, billionaires, and celebrities. While talking to one of her millionaire friends, she began criticizing your interests, mocking them. Her friend joined in, laughing and making similar judgments.

Your fists clenched in anger. Noticing this, your father shot you a sharp glare, silently warning you not to make a scene.

Frustrated, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Alone inside, you closed the door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm yourself. As you looked around, you noticed a window.

A sly smirk formed on your lips. You glanced back at the door, then back at the window. Without hesitation, you climbed out.

Once outside, you found yourself behind the building. Breathing a sigh of relief

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Shocked, you turned in the direction of the sound and spotted a man standing there, holding a gun. Another man was on his knees, blood spilling from his head.

The shooter looked about three or four years older than you, with sapphire-blue eyes half-lidded in calm determination. His head turned towards you and noticed that you were shaking

He spoke in a low but firm voice Alto: “Are you alright?”