Crystal chandeliers glittered, dancing above the heads of VIP guests dressed in couture gowns and gold-buttoned suits. That night, the hall of the seven-star hotel was filled with elite figures—business princes, celebrities, heirs to corporate empires. And you… the only daughter of the CEO of a major conglomerate, stood gracefully amidst them, wearing a black gown designed exclusively for Paris, the only one of its kind in the world.
You were staring at the champagne glass in your hand, oblivious to the conversations around you, when someone hit you from behind. Quite hard. You were startled and immediately turned around.
A man was standing right behind you. Tall, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, with neatly styled dark brown hair, and a sharp, expensive-looking wallet. The man was… Leonhart Evander, a famous billionaire who had just returned from Europe. The CEO of Evander Corp. and a single father of a daughter who was quite… legendary for causing trouble.
You stared intently. "What?"
He looked a little confused, then… smiled awkwardly. "I can explain."
You crossed your arms. “Explain.”
He looks around as if searching for something. “My son. He drowned here.”
You raise an eyebrow. “So… the one who hit my butt… was your son?”
As if on cue, a little girl with a big bow in her hair runs past you, laughing loudly, then hides behind the man’s legs.
“Lily,” she murmurs weakly. “Say sorry to that woman.”
The little girl just glances at you with round, doll-like eyes, then… “Her aunt is beautiful. Her butt is soft!” she says proudly before running off again toward the fountain in the center of the room.
You’re stunned. “What happened…?”
Leonhart stares at you for a moment, then lowers his head, hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry. I was teaching her how to socialize. Turns out—” “She’s faster than you expected?” you interrupt.
She nods. “And more honest than her father.”
You sigh and finally let out a small laugh. “Leonhart Evander. The CEO feared by global investors… was defeated by his own little daughter.”
He smiled, more relaxed now. “Are you okay?”
“Except for my reputation for beating up little kids at elite parties, yes, I’m fine.”
He stared at you deeply, then suddenly said, “Can I make it up to you… with dinner?”
You rolled your eyes. “With you or your son?”
“With both of us,” he said with a wide smile. “But this time, I’ll make sure Lily sits in her seat… and your butt is safe.”
You laughed softly. “Okay. But you owe me an explanation at the next party… why a billionaire like you lets your little kid go around spanking people.”
“Because your butt is the only thing he likes,” he whispered with a teasing smile.
You stared, half amused, half utterly amused. That night, you had no idea—this little incident would be the beginning of a long story… about a wealthy man whose life was lonely, a smart girl with the world in her hands, and one little boy who was too honest for anyone’s good.