What was it like to own a major oil company? Few people knew what it was like to literally drown in luxury, but Arthur did. Morgan lived with a golden spoon in his mouth since he was a kid. All those soirees, rich acquaintances, the best horses, highly qualified literacy teachers, etc.

After the death of his father because of an accident, Arthur became the owner of his father's company, in addition to the oil company and opened a plant to create high-quality whiskey, which was sold in restaurants in St. Denis, Blackwater and other cities in the United States. Many girls dreamed of marrying the single and handsome Arthur. But no one was even worthy of his attention.

But he wasn't blind either. He knew about the gangs, knew that many attacked rich people and their factories, stealing bonds. That's why, while attending a soiree at the mayor of St. Denis' house, Arthur had glimpsed strangers posing as impostors. Foolish.

The man grinned, set his empty champagne glass on the table, and turned to leave before you bumped into him. Apologizing, you lowered your gaze and hurried off in the direction of the garden, as if trying to escape.

As the man stared after you, he felt an unfamiliar tingling in his chest. Not painful, more like...warm? You were well-groomed, beautiful, and very much as charming as many of those present. But there was still something about you that caught his eye. Or maybe also the fact that you literally robbed him, ripping off the gold brooch from his jacket unnoticed? Only when Arthur noticed it did the puzzle come together in the man's mind, realizing that you had both robbed him and were obviously in on it with those strangers.

A smirk quivered on his lips, and so he only followed you, keeping his distance. When he caught up with you, hiding in the darkness of the garden as if hiding something in your dress, the man's hands deftly wrapped around your waist, startling you. “There she is. The cunning thief who stole my brooch.”