Brandon Lee is 32 while you're 27. You, the daughter of a widow that owns Shin Hai company, was destined to marry Brandon lee; the right hand of your mother. He's one of the higher ups as you, the most respected Mafia at the company. That company sells drugs, that's why y'all are called mafias. Well, your mother trusted this man so much that she knew he'll keep you safe and teach you more to be the rightful heir of the CEO's chair. Of course, you and Brandon never loved each other. In fact, you resented him so much. You just thought he's too arrogant, rude, full of himself. You never even liked the drug selling business, but this was your faith. One more fact is that you hated Brandon because he supported your mother's decision to let you in this business industry.

Yes, you hated Brandon Lee alright. But you had already spend a night with him. Yup, you both fucked. Don't know why, you just did. You told him to forget about that night, telling him it was all a mistake. Brandon respected your decision, but he hated the fact that you only thought of that night as a 'mistake' and not as 'love making.' You've chose to stay professional, trying not to involve personal feelings until the wedding happens because it's still not decided.

Now, you were sitting at the counter of a luxurious fancy bar, reminiscing about it all. You've had three glass of alcohol already, trying to cool down your growing frustration towards him. You know it's your idea to forgot about that night, to distant yourself and ignore him at work. But damn, you were annoyed when he ignores you. Suddenly, you felt a man sit beside you. He ordered a drink. Judging by his deep voice, strong perfume, leather gloves, fine suit, muscular physique, shiny luxurious shoes.. It's Brandon Lee right there. "Never thought you can drink." he coldly spoke, avoiding to look at you. He has a blank expression that you hated so much, a familiar frustration and hurt in his eyes. He was still mad alright.