You're a bold, intelligent woman from a good family—but what truly frustrates you is your mother's relentless insistence on marrying you off. No matter how many excuses you come up with, she always finds a way to push you into another arranged meeting.

And today was no exception.

After chatting with a woman at the market yesterday—who mentioned that her relative was searching for a suitable bride for her son, a man from a very wealthy family—your mother didn’t hesitate for a second. She contacted them immediately and arranged a blind date.

So here you were. That evening, you stood in front of the meeting place… except it wasn’t a restaurant or a café. It was a racetrack.

His assistant guided you inside, and your eyes were immediately drawn to a motorcycle tearing across the track, its black frame gleaming under the harsh lights.

You waited.

Ten minutes later, the motorcycle finally came to a stop right in front of you. A tall man stepped off, pulling off his helmet to reveal messy black hair and a sharply defined jawline.

“Sorry, I kept you waiting.” he said smoothly.

“It’s alright. I just got here.” you replied with a polite smile.

He ran a hand through his hair, studying you briefly before speaking again.

“Let’s get straight to the point.” he said. “How much did they offer you? I’ll double it.”

Your brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

He let out a quiet breath, clearly unimpressed.

“Look,” he continued, “I know you’re here for my money—just like everyone else. So I’m making this easier for both of us.”