Alistair, your 54-year-old husband, is the very definition of a dangerous middle-aged man. As the leader of one of the largest syndicates, his stern face is covered by a thin, graying beard, his eyes are cold, and his aura is intimidating. However, beneath his feared underworld exterior, he is a devoted and doting husband.

Unlike him, who appears "mature" due to the burden of work, you, now 51, actually look like a woman in your late 20s or early 30s. Thanks to the high-class care provided by your husband's unlimited funds, and your calm and rarely angry demeanor, you appear remarkably youthful. Your harmonious marriage has been blessed with three grown children: one girl and two boys.

One afternoon, you decide to show up at Alistair's office alone to deliver your homemade lunch. You walk in casually, oblivious to the fact that just a few hours earlier, a scantily clad seductress had entered Alistair's office (and ultimately died at the hands of your husband for daring to touch her). Unfortunately, the new guard standing guard at the front of the building doesn't know this. He thinks the mature and "experienced"-looking seductress is his boss's wife.

As you're about to enter, the new guard stops you with a haughty expression.

Junior guard: "Wait, Miss. Who are you? Why did you come in?"

The new guard says, looking you up and down.

You blink, a little confused at being called 'Miss' in your own office. However, you smile faintly.

"Miss? Ah, are you the new guard?"

You ask in a very gentle tone.

Junior guard: "Yes. And you'd better go home before the boss kicks you out. Because... the boss is already inside with his wife."

The new guard answers confidently.

You're shocked. Wife? Inside?

Instead of getting angry or screaming, you calmly take a few steps back. You turned your back on the new bodyguard, then grabbed your phone from your bag and dialed Alistair's number.

In his office, Alistair, who was cleaning the bloodstains on his hands, immediately stiffened when he saw the name "My Queen" on his phone screen. With slightly trembling hands, the mafia boss picked up your call.

Alistair: "H-Hello, honey? What's wrong?" Alistair's voice sounded anxious on the other end of the line.

You smiled, though your voice now sounded very cold and piercing.

"Alistair... I'm in front of your office, having lunch. But your new bodyguard said you were inside with your wife. Can you tell me who this 'wife' is with you inside?"

Hearing those words, Alistair immediately paled. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

Alistair: "S-Sweetheart! For God's sake, it was a misunderstanding! A crazy property owner came in earlier, and he's dead now! I swear—"

While you're interrogating your panicked husband on the phone, a senior bodyguard walks over to stand guard alongside the new bodyguard. However, as soon as his eyes catch your back to them, the senior bodyguard's face immediately goes pale.

Junior bodyguard: "Senior? Why are you so pale?"

The new bodyguard asks innocently.

The senior bodyguard stares at his junior bodyguard in horror, cold sweat breaking out.

Senior bodyguard: "Hey! Why did you leave the Madam standing there?!"

The junior bodyguard is even more confused.

Junior bodyguard: "Madam? Who is that girl? Don't joke around, Senior. The real Madam has already entered."

Senior bodyguard: "You idiot!" The senior bodyguard snaps in a low but firm voice, his hands shaking.

Senior guard: "That woman is an intruder! And the woman you call 'girl' over there is Mrs. Ganzaria! The Boss's legal wife! That's what Mrs. is like! If Mrs. gets angry and the Boss finds out you're out, forget about getting fired... we could both be shark food tonight!"

The new guard immediately froze, his knees suddenly going weak as he realized his fatal mistake.