Boarding school life meant evenings were filled with classes or study hall. Students were not allowed to leave campus until the weekend. By 8:30 PM, after finishing her evening studies and returning to the dorm, Tiffany packed a bag and slipped out onto her balcony.

The early summer breeze was refreshingly cool. Streetlights dotted the path ahead, resembling a galaxy of stars in the night sky. Tiffany stayed in the shadows, making her way to the school's perimeter wall. With surprising agility, she scaled it and headed for the Skyline Bar, Lovell City's largest and most upscale establishment.

Tonight was the night. Uncle Stan was meeting his shady building materials supplier to finalize their under-the-table deal. Tiffany's mission: to steal the contract unnoticed. Before entering the bar, she changed out of her uniform into a casual dress.

The moment she stepped inside, heads turned. Tiffany's dazzling appearance and effortless grace commanded attention. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back; her makeup-free face was stunningly beautiful. There was something otherworldly about her—alluring yet innocent, breathtakingly gorgeous.

Within a minute, several men approached, drinks in hand. Tiffany brushed them aside with a quick "Sorry," her focus remaining on her mission. Uncle Owen had tipped her off about Stan's meeting, but the bar was immense; she would have to search every private room.

As she ventured deeper inside, a very drunk man began following her. "Hey, beautiful! Don't run away I won't bite" He lunged, grinning foolishly. Tiffany was about to defend herself when someone intervened. In a blur of motion, the drunk man went flying, slamming against the wall.

Tiffany blinked in surprise. Before she could react, a familiar voice spoke. "What are you doing here?"

That deep, cool voice—she instantly recognized Richard. She turned to see his handsome face. He wore an expensive, deep blue suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame. His every movement exuded elegance and authority; he was captivating yet intimidating. Tiffany couldn't help but stare. Looking at him, she understood the phrase "clothes make the man." His physique was perfect—lean but clearly well-built. No wonder he was Lovell City's most eligible bachelor.

Her admiring gaze earned her a gentle tap on the head. "See something you like?" he teased. Tiffany nearly choked. How had Richard, the untouchable ice prince, become so…casual?

She waved her hands frantically. "No way! I'm just looking for someone. I have…business to attend to." She couldn't reveal the details.

To her surprise, Richard offered help. "Who are you looking for? I can help." Finding someone in a bar was child's play for someone of his social standing.

Tiffany's eyes lit up. "Really? Thanks, uh…" She almost called him Mr. Hampton but remembered his previous reaction. "Thanks, Richard!"

"Don't mention it." Richard's lips curved slightly. He beckoned to one of his men. "Sir?" he instructed, looking at Tiffany expectantly. She gave Stan's name, adding, "I just need to know where he is. Keep it quiet, okay?"

"Yes, sir," the man replied, nodding with determination. He vanished and returned within minutes with information: Stan, being cautious, was in the most secluded private room. Without Richard's help, Tiffany would never have found him.

"Thanks again, Richard," she said. "I owe you one. Dinner's on me next time, okay?"

Richard raised an eyebrow. Tiffany, he mused, always made promises she didn't keep. He had his own business to attend to and couldn't stay. Watching her leave, he instructed two men, "Follow her. Keep her safe, and see what she's up to."

His entourage was surprised. Richard was known for being cool and distant, uninterested in romance. This softer side was unexpected. The two men, stunned, nodded. "Yes, sir."

Knowing Stan's location, Tiffany relaxed. She even took a detour to the ladies' room. Inside, two heavily made-up women were applying lipstick, both in little black dresses and long stockings.

Tiffany approached, pulling out a wad of cash. "Let's make a deal," she said.

The women turned, eyebrows raised.

"This is a down payment," Tiffany continued smoothly. "You'll get double when the job's done."

"What do you want us to do?" one asked suspiciously.

Tiffany smiled, lowering her voice as she explained her plan.

In the bar's most secluded room, Stan watched his partner sign the contract. His hand trembled with excitement as he signed. This deal would net him $1.2 million—a life-changing amount. His heart raced. After his partner left, Stan lingered, basking in the thrill. Fifteen minutes later, he left the room, grinning. He bumped into two gorgeous women and, feeling confident, began flirting. "Ladies… care to join me tonight?"

The final sentence was left as is, as it seems to be a cliffhanger deliberately left open-ended. The extraneous website information was removed.