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."

She propped the umbrella on her left shoulder, staring at Seth Sinclair without blinking.


Seth Sinclair gestured with two fingers, signaling for God of Fortune to go get her.


The massive creature trotted over nimbly. It first rubbed against Lianne's pant leg, then took the cuff of her pants in its mouth, trying to tug her toward its master.


Worried it might not know its own strength and tear her pants, Lianne let it guide her over.


Lianne stopped two steps away from Seth Sinclair, tilted her umbrella back, and looked up at him. "Seth."


Seth Sinclair's gaze swept over her. "From that far away, your protectee would be long dead. Get closer."


Lianne had no choice but to take a step forward.


Seth Sinclair had a striking bone structure. The simple white shirt and black pants he wore gave him an air of aristocratic elegance and composure, perfectly accentuating his broad shoulders, trim waist, and powerful physique.


Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Homme Fatale