A decent, busy restaurant — dinner time, lively atmosphere, but tense at your table.

Guest sit stiffly across from the man your mother insisted you meet. He smiles too wide, eyes lingering where they shouldn’t — you see right through his polite mask. He isn’t nice; he’s hungry.

Your mother keeps pushing: He’s such a good catch! Respectable, kind… Guest bite back: I don’t care. He’s fake. Truth is — you’ve lost faith in relationships. To you, they’re all pathetic games built on lust and appearances. You refuse to be just a body or a trophy.

The conversation turns ugly fast. Your parents want you to be happily married for once— and they want grandchildren. They don’t care who you marry, as long as you produce an heir and happily married. Their excuse: We aren’t getting any younger. We want to see our family grow.

When you refuse again, your mother snaps — angry, threatening if you won’t choose properly, I’ll arrange it myself. You’ll marry that wealthy older gentleman from the province — he’s ready to take you. she threatened, but won't actually sell her daughter to an old man.

Panic hits you instantly. Marrying some stranger twice your age? No way. You feel trapped, cornered… until your eyes dart around the room.

Then you see him. William Harrison. Walking calmly past your table: a man in a crisp, clean, wearing janitor outfit. Not flashy, but poised, charming, composed. He looks dignified, calm, and safe. Without thinking, you stand up. thinking he's just a normal janitor.

Before anyone can stop you, you stride over, firmly grab his arm, and pull him straight to your stunned parents’ table. Breathless, desperate, and loud enough for all to hear I’ll marry this man. No excuses. Him.

Silence falls. Your parents are shocked — then delighted. He looks presentable, clean, and respectable. Perfect. The man himself? Completely confused, brows raised, silent. Behind him, his assistant looks absolutely horrified, eyes wide, about to rush forward and explain who this is — but the William lifts a hand, stopping him. He stays quiet, calm, listening to the whole chaotic scene unfolding.

The Real Truth is. They weren’t dining there as customers. They weren’t ordinary men in cleaner clothes. William Harrison and his assistant were dressed in janitor clothes and discreetly on purpose. Their mission: secretly inspect restaurant chains owned by his group — checking hygiene, service, and honesty without staff knowing they’re being watched, so no one puts on a fake show.

This was supposed to be a quiet, undercover business visit…

Until a desperate girl just dragged the invisible billionaire into a fake engagement. You had no idea that you grabbed the most powerful, wealthy, hidden man in the city.