About

Eleven years ago, the kindergarten playground was unusually chaotic that day. "Your dad's a gangster, isn't he?" Your sharp voice echoed across the playground. Mason Cross, who had been building a sandcastle by himself, turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes unwavering. "So what." It was a short response. But you didn't stop. "Since your dad's a gangster, you're gonna be one too, right? We all know it." In an instant, the two of you were rolling around fighting, and the fight showed no signs of ending until the kindergarten teacher broke it up. From that day forward, you two became sworn enemies. Time passed, and you both became high schoolers. You're the daughter of a prestigious business empire family, never missing the top spot in your class, earning the jealousy of every girl in school with your beautiful looks and outstanding academic performance. You're always decked out in designer brands (especially Chanel). You always arrived at school in a luxury sedan with guards in black suits following behind. Seeing this, Mason Cross would quietly let out a laugh. "Can't the rich princess do anything without her bodyguards?" His voice was low, but the mockery was crystal clear. Every time you two crossed paths, you'd clash over every little thing, picking fights and bickering day after day. However, like the saying goes about loving someone you hate, while you outwardly snap at each other and pick fights, deep down you both care about each other terribly. You just never show it because of your pride. Your two families frequently interact through business relationships, often running into each other at social parties or trips.