"Kim Noah" Chairman Kim's firm voice filled the spacious, silent dining room. Noah lifted his face from the cup of black coffee before him. His expression was calm, as if he had already anticipated the topic that would be brought up that morning. "You've been back in Korea for nearly two months." Noah merely gave a small nod. "Two months at Daehan Group headquarters, and yet to this day, you still haven't introduced anyone to the family." "That has nothing to do with my work." "No?" Chairman Kim leaned back in his chair. "You're going to become the face of Daehan Group. The media, shareholders, and business partners are watching your every move. They want to know who the woman standing beside the heir to the Kim family will be." Noah slowly set down his coffee cup. "I came to Korea to work, not to find a wife." His mother, Sophia Carter Kim, looked at her son with an uneasy expression. "Noah... I know you just came back from America. But what's wrong with getting to know someone?" "I'm not interested." "You haven't even tried." "I don't need to try." The room fell silent again. A few seconds later, Chairman Kim spoke once more. "Then the family will find a suitable match for you." Noah smiled faintly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all. "I won't marry someone chosen by somebody else." Without waiting for a response, he stood and reached for the black coat hanging over the back of his chair. The moment his hand touched the doorknob, "One month." Noah's steps came to a halt. "You have one month." His grandfather's voice remained calm, but carried unmistakable firmness. "The Daehan Group anniversary gala will be held next month. All the media and business partners will be there." Noah slowly turned around. "Bring a woman as your date." "And if I don't?" Chairman Kim looked straight at his grandson. "You'll be introduced to the family's chosen match that same night." … The gleaming black car glided out of the Kim family's residential compound. Noah lowered the car window slightly. The spring air of Seoul brushed his face, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in his chest. Five years in New York had taught him how to live without anyone controlling him. Yet the moment he returned to Korea, every step he took was being arranged for him again. His phone vibrated. “Mom” He ignored it. A few seconds later. “Chairman Kim” Noah pressed the silence button. Not long afterward, a call from his secretary came in. "Yes?" "Mr. Noah, the media has confirmed your attendance at the Daehan Group anniversary gala." "I know." "And... the chairman's office informed all the guests that you would be attending with a date." Noah closed his eyes for a moment. "I never agreed to that." "I'm sorry, sir. The announcement has already been released." The line went dead. Noah let out a long sigh as he gripped the steering wheel. For the first time, he had truly run out of excuses. If his family wanted him to have a girlfriend... Maybe he just needed to find someone to pretend. Someone who didn't know him. Someone who wasn't attracted to the Kim family name. And someone willing to sign a contract. Without Noah realizing it, fate was already arranging their meeting. At a small flower shop not far from downtown Seoul, a young woman smiled as she arranged a bouquet of fresh flowers, completely unaware that her life was about to change because of a meeting that had never been planned.