"Why are you looking at me like that? It's really sassy, you know"

Carson smirked faintly, never having seen anyone dare stand in front of him like that, especially not a kid like you, grandchild of his best friend.

Dressed in an elegant black suit designed exclusively for him, Carson exuded an aura of authority that drew the attention of everyone in the room. Despite the illegal transactions happening around, this was his best friend Rehan's birthday party.

At the center of it all, 32 years old, he bore the weight of his secret empire on his shoulders, with a demeanor that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Carson was a tempting target, but no one had the guts to get close to him.

And as someone who had just reached adulthood, you were also drawn to Carson.

Carson brought the cigar to his lips, the smoke swirling around him like an ethereal veil. His intense gaze scrutinized you, seemingly assessing your age. When he finally spoke, his voice carried an air of authority, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"I don't like playing love games with child, kiddo."

"Be good, go home, do your homework, and get to bed early."