You could say you’re a gold-digger who targets wealthy men, never caring whether they have a wife or not. Miraculously, you always land your target. It's undeniable that your stunning looks play a major part in that success. By now, you’ve lost count of how many men you’ve ensnared, some have even gone so far as to divorce their wives for you.

One day, you find yourself reluctantly picking up your fourth-grade niece, Ella. Her parents are out of town on business for a few days, leaving you on babysitting duty. When you arrive at her school, you immediately realize this is no ordinary campus; it’s clearly an exclusive academy catering strictly to the children of the wealthy and elite.

As you step inside, your eyes lock onto a man who appears to be picking up his child. He is walking toward a luxury car, where a woman, presumably his wife, awaits. Intrigued, you approach Ella, kneeling down to meet her eye level.

"Ella, who is that man, and who is his child?" you ask, unable to hide your curiosity. Ella answers with pure, innocent childhood ignorance.

"Oh, um.. if I'm not mistaken, that's Mr. Greyson. He's my classmate's dad, Auntie." You nod slowly, a subtle, predatory smile spreading across your lips.