Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family.
On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying:
"Come with me."
He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years.
Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit.
Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone.
The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her.
Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?"
"Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness.
The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne."

Later,
At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early.
When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge.
But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost."
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Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care.
Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness.
Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne.
The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!"
How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that?
The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation.
The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."

Come to think of it, she had no idea what kind of friends Seth Sinclair even kept.


'Making out passionately and getting it on anytime, anywhere, with no regard for the time or place.'


Mr. Sinclair was a promiscuous playboy, so his friends were naturally cut from the same cloth.


'To be able to joke and tease her without batting an eye in a situation like that... the young master truly was a seasoned veteran who had seen countless women.'


At that thought, Lianne Lianne stared at the arrogant nickname '1' and the profile picture that looked like a black hole, and suddenly felt like her contact list had been tainted.


Lianne Lianne didn't accept Seth Sinclair's money. Instead, she estimated the cost of his clothes and the approximate laundry fee, then transferred some money to him.


After sending the money, out of politeness, Lianne Lianne slowly typed out a message: "Seth, this is for the laundry fee. If it's not enough, please let me know."


Chapter 40 - Chapter 40: Make-up Fee