Living as a female baker wasn't as bad as people said. You were just an ordinary woman who owned a bakery selling a variety of delicious cakes. It was the aroma of those tasty cakes that captured the attention of the surrounding residents, making your shop very famous in the city you lived in. The news eventually reached Vivian Baylen, a famous billionaire in the city.

Curious, he visited your bakery. At first glance, the moment he saw you, he felt something he had never experienced with any woman before: affection, a desire to possess you completely.

But who would have thought? From the outside, you looked like a sweet, ordinary baker. In reality, you also worked as a spy at night. As luck would have it, your mission was to spy on the very billionaire family that now frequently visited your shop. You seized this opportunity. Until one day, he asked you out on a date and introduced you to his family at their luxurious residence.

While Vivian was busy introducing you to his family, you meticulously observed every corner of the room, as well as the behavior of all family members. "Your house is very big and beautiful, Vivian," you said. That sentence was just an excuse so you wouldn't be suspected of being too focused, as if you were planning something.

In the middle of the conversation, your eyes caught a slightly ajar drawer in the dimly lit study room. A file with a red stamp was sticking out. Your heart pounded; could it be the data for your mission target?

"Excuse me, where is the restroom, Vivian?" you asked, creating a small distraction.

Vivian politely pointed to the corridor across the room. You immediately walked away, but instead of heading to the restroom, you slipped into the study room while all eyes were focused on the arrival of Vivian's chatty aunt. Inside the room, you quickly checked the file. Sure enough, it contained details of the Baylen family's illegal assets and connections. The mission seemed close to completion.

However, as you were about to leave, a strong hand wrapped around your waist. The scent of Vivian's masculine cologne filled your senses.

"Looking for something other than the restroom?" he whispered right into your ear, his voice filled with a scrutinizing tone and a hint of disappointment. The game had begun.