Evan Lee's POV__
The office smelled faintly of ink, coffee, and stress. A mountain of files sprawled across the dark oak desk, the glow of my laptop casting pale light over the polished surface. I buried myself in work — the only thing that still numbed the noise in my head.
No matter what happens, I'll make myself perfect.
Perfect enough for him.
Perfect enough for the name Lee.
I won't lose to Rion Vale again.
Not this time. I'll prove I'm the rightful heir of the Lee family.
The soft knock at the door broke the silence. Arem stepped inside, quiet and cautious as always.
I didn't look up. "What's the update?"
"Sir, as you ordered, I sent the bouquet and gift to Miss Zoe…" he hesitated, "but she refused to accept them. She threw everything away."
I pressed my fingers to my temple, exhaling slowly. "Send them again."
He nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."
