𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬. ! Sim Jake

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[Rich girl ] - [Gwen stefani]

As Haein made her entrance into the party, she looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. Everyone couldn't help but stare in awe at her beauty. Whispers spread among the guests, marveling at her wealth, stunning looks, and seemingly perfect life.

"Wow, she's got everything—money, beauty, and love,"

"She's the Kang heir, after all," others chimed in, acknowledging her status as the epitome of wealth and privilege.

With a warm smile, Haein greeted her father, Yeri, and her aunt before making her way to her friends' table. Jia, brimming with excitement, eagerly announced, "Photo time!"

Meanwhile, Minho watched his daughter with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "She grew up too fast," he remarked fondly.

Yeri nodded in agreement, adding, "Even at 22, Haein is still your baby."

As the birthday party unfolded with music and delicious food, the guests were completely engrossed in the festivities. Unbeknownst to them, on the other side of the house, a man with a white truck arrived with his best friend in tow.

Jake approached the security guard stationed at the entrance and stated, "Delivery for Miss Haein." The guard nodded in understanding, ready to accept the package on Haein's behalf.

"We have to deliver it by hand. We need her signature." Jay interjected nervously

With a knowing smile, the guard recognized the significance of the delivery. "A birthday present," he surmised, offering a friendly gesture of acknowledgment.

"You hit the nail on the head," Jake quipped, as the guard stepped aside to allow them entry into the bustling party venue.

Haein continued her livestream, showcasing the array of presents she had received, but her attention was suddenly drawn to the entrance gate. With a hesitant pause, she turned the camera towards the door, intending to highlight the latest addition to her birthday haul.

However, her words faltered as she caught sight of an unexpected figure standing at the gate. It was the man whose car she had collided with earlier, the same man she had hastily fled from. His presence filled her with a sense of unease, his expression a mirror of her own discomfort.