In the dimly lit room, two people lay on the bed. After a night of madness, Clara Mae was too exhausted to open her eyes. She turned over with difficulty, her fingers brushing against firm, warm abs. Wow, who knew he had such a great body… Before she could think further, the man rolled over and pinned her beneath him. “Mira, let’s go again.” “Owen, I’m in pain…” They spoke at the same time, only to freeze the next moment. Owen? Mira? Both pulled away in shock. Clara scrambled to turn on the bedside lamp, only to see a stranger’s face. “Who are you!” she cried, clutching the blanket to cover herself, her mind a chaotic mess. Archer Dane looked equally surprised. “Who are you? This is my room! What are you doing here?” Clara stammered, “This is room 1129. My sister gave me the room key herself. I was here to meet my fiance…” Archer, however, thought it was a cheap trick. He sneered coldly. “Oh, this is 1128. Women like you really go to great lengths to climb into my bed. So, how much do you want?” His mocking tone cut deeply into Clara. Last night, she’d gotten drunk and, in a rare show of courage, decided to book a room with her fiance. Sylvie had made the arrangements and handed her the key card. But on the way, she’d bumped into someone, and their key cards had fallen to the ground. Clara covered her face and began to cry silently. Could that be where the mistake happened? Did I walk into the wrong room? Archer, now fully dressed, softened slightly at the sight of her tears. “I’ll give you seven hundred thousand for last night. It’s more than enough to last you a lifetime. Just don’t bother me again.” He signed a check and tossed it onto the bed. Clara, still crying into her hands, lifted her head. Her tear-filled almond eyes stared at him in shock and anger. “You think I’m some kind of prostitute? Is that how little you think of me?” She quickly got dressed, her fury mounting with every moment. “Keep your seven hundred thousand for yourself. Also, your skills were terrible. I wouldn’t bother coming back for more. Goodbye forever!” With that, Clara stormed out, leaving the check abandoned on the bed. Archer narrowed his eyes, watching her retreating figure, anger flashing in his gaze. This damned woman dared to insult me? She’d better hope we never meet again, or she’ll regret it! Moments later, Archer received a text message. “Archer, I was busy with work and couldn’t be with you. To keep you company, I carefully picked someone for you last night. She’s a virgin! Did you enjoy yourself?” Archer’s fingers clenched around his phone, his knuckles turning white. His handsome face darkened, and his eyes burned with rage. So, my girlfriend had set me up with another woman? How generous of her! He replied, “Such a thoughtful girlfriend. Of course, I’m satisfied. Since you love your job so much, stay abroad and work hard. Don’t bother coming back!” He threw his phone aside, his expression grim. Whoever that woman was earlier, she definitely wasn’t arranged by Mira. Meanwhile, Clara wrapped herself up tightly and rushed home. As she approached her door, she heard voices inside. “Owen…” “Good girl…” Clara’s eyes widened in shock. That was her sister, Sylvie, and her fiancé, Owen, the third heir of the Blake family. “Owen, I found a gigolo for Clara. He has AIDS. You won’t blame me, right?” “She deserved it! She pretended to be the eldest daughter of the Mae family and fooled us. If it weren’t for your cleverness and having your uncle redo the DNA test, we’d still be in the dark. She brought this on herself!” Clara froze in place.