Angela was used by her boyfriend to trap someone. Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned. Travis is the CEO of one of the largest companies and the heir of the Ludovic family. His heart has already died once. But what will happen when the two meet? Will something ignite between them while their past hangs over their shoulders? Will they learn to love again?

Chapter 1 The Mastermind

A click is heard inside the luxurious and comfortable hotel suites, and the door has been opened by someone from outside

The drunken woman was brought into the room by a somewhat shifty figure. When he noticed that the owner of the room was not present, he sent the woman smelling of alcohol to a big soft bed without hesitation.

"Ugh ... So uncomfortable ..." The woman suddenly shivered, not realizing the danger around her. She rolled onto her side and hugged the soft pillow at her side, biting her lip in a drunken stupor. "I have a headache."

After a few seconds, the door opened and closed. The person who had sent her into the room left without turning around.

Silence reigned in the room. A few minutes later, the curtains on the side of the balcony slowly opened. A tall, elegant figure strode from the balcony into the dark room. His cold eyes brushed the woman on the bed and he switched on the wall lamp above the bed.

In the dim light, he lifted the woman's lower jaw with one hand and saw a small, clean and loved face. Unfortunately, she was now completely drunk, so the man let her go with a mocking smile.

It looks like the big party tonight was actually planned by someone using an alias. They thought he was in that room and took the opportunity to throw that woman in there. This is really some kind of plot.

There had been no end to his affairs in recent days, and women were the most sensitive subject he wanted to avoid. If he was involved in this affair, it would cause endless problems in the future.

"Ugh ..." The woman on the bed suddenly rolled over again, shaking in her drunken state. Her hands tried to feel for something, and she managed to grab hold of the blanket and hastily wrap it around her body. Then she curled up, closed her eyes and sighed in a low voice that smelled of alcohol. "Mcman, I am thirsty. I want to drink water."

The man narrowed his cold eyes and put his hand, which was on the doorknob.

If the mastermind behind all this was Butler Mcman, then everything had to be prepared outside the door to block his way. At this point, however, the woman was so drunk that she could not make out north, south, east or west.

The man suddenly returned to bed with an indifferent expression. He looked at the sleeping woman. The woman mumbled uncomfortably in her mouth as she hugged the pillow and rubbed her face. Then she mumbled in a drunken state, "Mcman, we are going to get married soon. When will you take me to your parents?"

The low murmur caused a sudden realization to enter the man's mind. He stared at the woman's beautiful face and grinned coldly, while his petite eyebrows lifted slightly.