Chapter 1 Wrong Person

All around Japan, crowds of people filled the streets to celebrate their country's annual festivities through song and dance. The main roads were dressed in beautiful dazzling decorations made of gold paper streamers.

Seated in one corner of a posh and exclusive women's club was an inebriated Ava, who couldn't stop prattling. "Hey, Olivia! You said I'd find some hotties in here, but you've let me down! Wow, they're so far from good-looking. The guys here aren't my type at all!" she grunted as her eyes swept at the two attractive chaps sitting beside her.

"Listen, Olivia. Despite our hectic work schedule, we still took the time to accompany your best friend since she's a well-known patron here. But after extending a gesture of goodwill, this is how she repays us? We're not even asking for compensation, but hurling insults at us are uncalled for, okay!" One of the guys scoffed after hearing the offensive remark.

Olivia's mouth twitched slightly, and she grudgingly smiled at the two men. "I'm sorry. She's had too much to drink, and it's the alcohol talking. I hope you understand."

Meantime, after looking around for a while, Ava's eyes caught a dignified person, and her discomfort immediately faded. "Ooh!" She sucked in her breath and let out a relieved sigh after spotting someone set foot in the club's dimly lit entrance ...

Simultaneously, a young man garbed in a blue pinstripe suit walked in. All female eyes turned to him, their interests piqued by his dapper attire.

He was a tall, serious-looking man with sleek black hair. His sharply arched brows further magnified his dark, beady eyes. He held his head stiffly with his chin angled upward. His thin lips pursed with a superior, disdainful expression, and his aura was oozing with despotism.

Several nice-looking guys who followed a few paces behind him paled in comparison to his imperious aura. Nobody inside the club could measure up to his charisma and inscrutable countenance.

'It's him!' she uttered under the breath. Blinking with delight, Ava abruptly got to her feet, almost knocking a beer off the table. She pointed at the man from not far off, saying, "Hey, you! I demand that you stop right there!"

Her cheeky outburst elicited the attention of every clubgoer, and then everything went silent. Her male companions' confused gazes followed the direction of her finger, and they both gulped down their surprise.

"Is she for real? Olivia, has your friend gone mad? How could she even think of messing with that man?" one of the guys murmured, his expression full of shock and disbelief.

"Relax. She's only teasing because of his drop-dead gorgeous face. Supposing I saw him first, I would also browbeat him into granting me attention." Olivia responded, her expression gripped by a mixture of elation and dismay.

"Well, Olivia, I guess it's safe to say that you're unsuspecting of that man's identity."

The man raised his brows and demanded in an ice-cold tone, "Are you talking to me?" With an evil and piercing gaze, he stared at Ava's eager little face.

"That's right." Ava ambled towards him with a smirk and appreciative nod. After scanning the man from head to toe, she asserted with a generous smile, "Not bad. You could easily pass as a waiter. Why don't you join us and have some fun?" With surprising speed, her small hand yanked the tie around the man's neck and forcibly dragged him toward their table.

Some of the man's bodyguards watched in horror as they stared at the madwoman drag their boss around. However, the man unostentatiously signaled for his men to stand easy and not to act recklessly. After thinking for a moment, the men then relaxed without taking their eyes off him.

As soon as the man was seated, the two male waiters hurriedly jumped up with their legs shaking nonstop.

Coughing softly, the man waved a hand and secretly glanced at the two waiters, commanding them to quietly usher Olivia away, who seemed entranced by his presence.

Ava, who was a trifle tipsy, didn't even realize that her friend was already gone. She grabbed a beer and said, "This one's for you, handsome. Stay by my side, and let's drink until we're drunk!"

A slow, sinister smile worked its way across the man's face as if the bottle on his hand was a scythe waiting to kill someone. He drank leisurely with his head thrown back and his long legs elegantly crossed. He found the sudden role reversal to be quite amusing.

"Hey, handsome! Drink some more! Come on. Down every last drop. You're so slow!"

"Excuse me?" Even in the dim light, the man's eyes flashed a gentle but firm warning after hearing her command. Pinching her jaw, he retorted, "Miss, don't you know the consequences if an underage like you gets caught drinking alcohol? You better be careful what you say to me, little lady."

At this point, the man's eerie and domineering look caused the people nearby to have a sense of inexplicable suffocation. However, in her inebriated state, Ava failed to recognize his expression.

"What the heck? I came here to have an awesome time! I don't need your warning, okay?" she spatted.

"Hmm. This feisty one's interesting." He withdrew his hand, stood up, and reached out to one of his bodyguards, "Bring her to my room." His eyes were a vicious glint in the failing light as he disappeared from the club's hallway.