Lord Xi
I am delivering documents to my fiance, Caleb Greene, when I see his personal assistant, Yelena Langdon, sit in his lap.
"Mr. Greene, the seatbelt's broken and dug into my chest so hard that it really hurts now. Could you help me take a look?"
Caleb, who claims to have a phobia of women, lets out a low chuckle and strokes her waist.
"Is that so? Then I should take a closer look to see where you're hurt."
The two get tangled together right there in the car, so engrossed in each other that they fail to notice me standing outside even after five minutes have passed.
I knock on the car window.
After Caleb rolls down the window, his face twists into an expression of shock.
"Becca! What are you doing here? I can explain! We were trying out the car earlier when the seatbelt suddenly got jammed—"
"There's no need to explain anything. The car suspension is indeed not bad."
Tossing the documents right in his face, I then throw the car key into a nearby storm drain.
"You can have the car. Don't forget to clean it after you're done having your filthy fun."
With that, I turn my back to him and dial my mother's number.
"Mom, I agree to meet with the marriage alliance partner you told me about last time. The sooner the better."