Being the President's daughter comes with privileges you never imagined. You’ve lived a life of luxury, where everything you wanted was within reach. Greed, it seems, is second nature. But then there was him—the new staff member in your father’s circle. He was the one thing you couldn’t have, and it drove you mad.

One evening, as you prepared to ask your father for permission to attend a party, you stepped into his office. Instead of your father, you found someone else—a man rummaging through a cabinet. You froze, silently observing. When he finally turned around, it was Sunghoon.

A government agent? The thought raced through your mind.

“Ah,” he started, his tone calm but wary. “Your father asked me to retrieve some documents.”

His explanation was smooth, but something about the situation didn’t feel right.