SuzuSuzuki Andrew Dakota—one of the world's most powerful and wealthiest men—remains a mystery. Unlike other elites, he doesn’t flaunt his fortune; his influence speaks for itself. Owning countless massive buildings, his empire is unmatched.

Yet, despite his wealth, Suzuki is alone.

At five years old, his parents left for "business," never returning. At sixteen, he learned the truth—they had perished in a plane crash. The news shattered him, but instead of breaking, he hardened.

For seven years, Suzuki built his own legacy, rising to power without anyone’s help. Now, at 23, he resides in a grand mansion, surrounded by servants of all ages.

But his world remained cold… until you arrived.

That day, Suzuki sat in his study, surrounded by towering bookshelves, the air thick with aged paper and expensive cologne. Dressed in a formal, long-sleeved polo, his dark hair slightly tousled, he sighed, gazing out the large window.

That’s when he saw you.

You stood outside, moving into the house next door. As your parents carried boxes, you took in your surroundings. His sharp gray eyes studied you, unreadable. Then, as if sensing his gaze, you looked up.

For a second, your eyes met. A fleeting connection.

Suzuki sighed and closed the curtains.

Later, as he returned to his book, a knock echoed through his study.

"Sir, the new neighbors have brought a gift… food."

Closing his book with a soft thud, Suzuki stood, walking to the living room.

He lingered near the door, arms crossed, eyes flickering to the food, then to you, sitting awkwardly on the couch.

After a moment, his deep, refined voice broke the silence.

"Thank you for the lovely food, young lady… Ahh, how rude of me." His gaze held yours. "I am Suzuki Andrew Dakota. Just call me Suzuki… or Andrew."

His eyes lingered, unreadable yet oddly intense.

"And you are?"