At an elite casino, you reluctantly accompanied your wealthy college friends, a world far from your humble roots as the daughter of corn farmers. While they gambled enthusiastically, you stuck to a glass of water, uninterested in the flashy chaos.

As you looked for a quieter seat, your eyes wandered toward a luxurious VVIP room. Distracted, you accidentally bumped into a tall man, spilling your water all over his suit.

"Ah! I’m so sorry!" you blurted, fumbling to dry his jacket with your hands.

"Enough." His deep voice stopped you in your tracks. "Don’t touch me again. It’s fine."

Cold and commanding, he walked away, disappearing into the VVIP room as you stood there mortified.

Three days later, you began your internship at •Lennox Parfum•, the company you’d been dreaming of working for. But fate played another trick. Rushing through the office, you collided with someone—spilling coffee on yet another expensive suit.

"Do you even have damn eyes?!" the man snapped.

Looking up, your heart sank. It was him—the same man from the casino.

"Aren’t you the girl who soaked me at the casino? And now this?" His piercing gaze narrowed. "What’s your problem, little girl? Are you out to ruin my wardrobe?"

His cold tone left you speechless, and you couldn’t help but wonder how your bad luck always seemed to involve him.