Chapter 0002

Kristin heaved a sigh after coming out of a building. She had just arrived in Las Vegas, looking for a cheap house to rent, but she couldn’t find one that met her budget.

"Why are houses in Vegas so expensive? I need to start working as soon as possible to take care of my parents in Glenwood, they can’t continue farming," she whined.

"Should I find a rich tycoon and marry him?" she chuckled at her own words. Her stomach rumbled, and she knew it was time to eat, she hadn’t eaten since she landed in Las Vegas.

Kristin looked for the perfect spot to sit, and when she found one, she smiled and rushed to sit down. She opened her luggage and took out the homemade rice cakes her mom prepared for her before she embarked on her journey to Vegas.

"Mmmm, mom’s cooking is always the best,” Kristin uttered, dancing with her head. She wasn’t the type of person to get shy, which is why she was comfortably eating on the roadside despite how the people passing by were looking at her.

"Why are they all staring at me? Haven’t they seen someone eating before?" she muttered to herself, enjoying her delicious rice cakes.

"Do you want some rice cakes?" she asked when a lady wouldn’t stop looking at her. She even strike a pose when another lady attempted to take a picture of her to post online.

"I doubt she is from Vegas"

"She is definitely not from Vegas. No one in Las Vegas eats outside."

Kristin kept beaming smiles at them even as they gossiped about her. She continued until she was the only one left on the roadside, still enjoying her meal.

"It’s no big deal in Glenwood when you eat by the roadside, so why is it such a big deal here?"

When she was done eating to her satisfaction, she began zipping up her luggage, and in the process, someone stole her bag containing all the money she had.

"You thief! Come back here!!!" Kristin screamed, going after the thief, leaving her luggage behind.

"You’re so dead if I get my hands on you!" she spats as she chase after him.

The thief was a good runner, but despite his talent, Kristin didn’t stop chasing after him.

Her whole life savings were inside the bag the thief had stolen from her.

Meanwhile, Richard stepped out of the building after instructing his men to keep beating the man until he talked. He was about to enter his black Rolls-Royce when a notification on his phone stopped him from opening the car door.

He slid up the screen, his gray eyes scanning the message with disinterest.

Kristin, still chasing the thief, spotted him wearing the same black hoodie the thief was wearing, with his back on her.

Thinking he was the thief who had stolen from her, her anger flared as she ran toward him.

"You good-for-nothing thief!" she spat, her voice seething with rage.

Without a second thought, she leaped into the air and landed a thunderous slap on the back of Richard's head.

Richard’s head snapped forward, and he stumbled slightly from the force of the blow. Shock coursed through him as he turned around to look at the person who had the audacity to slap his head.

Kristin’s eyes sparkled with anger as she glared at Richard, but she could sense the cold aura around him.

"What was the meaning of that?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

"Give me back my bag," Kristin demanded, stretching out her hand, ignoring his question.

"What stupid bag are you talking about?"

"You stole from me, and now you're going to pretend like you didn’t?"

Richard’s eyes darkened, and Kristin could feel a shiver of fear at his cold demeanor.

"I stole from you? Have you lost it?" he raged, causing Kristin to flinch, but she held her composure.

"The man who stole from me had the same outfit as you."

"And you assume it was me?" He knitted his eyebrows.

"You can’t blame me. Vegas is a city filled with fake people. They tend to dress expensively just to fit in, and at the end of the day, they steal from others." she said.

Richard stepped closer, looming over Kristin with his height.

"Are you new to Vegas not to sense who I am? You think I would fake my life just to steal mere change from you? I could order your corpse if I want to," he snarled in a low, menacing tone, frightening Kristin.

Kristin stared at him from head to toe. Her eyes met with the expensive diamond watch he was wearing. Someone wearing a diamond watch and portraying a cold demeour couldn't have stolen her bag.

Realising her mistake, she fake a laugh. "Oh, my bad! You must be the king of Vegas. I’m sorry if I mistook you for a thief. I’ll go my way, and you should do the same," Kristin said, beaming at him.

She turned to run away, but Richard grabbed her by the hood of her yellow hoodie.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded.

"Home," she replied softly, her heart pounding.

It was her first time in Las Vegas, and she was already getting into trouble.

"Do you think I’d let you go after what you did to me? You still need to pay the price for using those filthy hands on me," his voice hovered, and Kristin shivered at his words.