On the second floor of the house.

Amiya O'Neal, a twenty-two-year-old American-Thai mix-raced woman, was walking back and forth in her bedroom. She was tall and beautiful, wearing a T-shirt, tight jeans, and a black leather jacket, instead of the beautiful light blue evening dress hanging in front of the closet.

The face with high cheekbones looked elegant. Her big brown eyes were surrounded by thick and long eyelashes. The prominent nose with a bow-shaped mouth that was coated with just lip gloss. Long, wavy brown hair tied up and hid in a cap. The gesture of her movement did not indicate that she would go down to join the party.

The fact was her father forcibly asked her to come home after graduation. He said that he wanted to celebrate her success, which Amiya did not see it necessary.

But it was well known in the circle of her close relatives that her American father was a showman. Amiya was not very close to him. Because since her mother passed away, her grandparents took her to Thailand as her father did not care for her. When she was fifteen years old they sent her to study in England. So she had been in England for seven years.

Yesterday, Amiya just knew from Sara, her sister, that her father was possessed by a gambling demon. He was not good. Sara told her about the past with tears in her eyes. Amiya hated her father now and she would never let him force her to do such the shame thing as he did to Sara.

After learning the truth from Sara Yesterday, Amiya had a serious argument with her father and packed her suitcase, preparing to go to Thailand. But what Amiya did not expect her father would do to her was... to lock her up in her bedroom with a bodyguard in front of the room!

From the top window, she secretly saw Stefan Mackenzie as he arrived. He came with a very beautiful woman. She had heard that he changed his bedmate like shoes. He was tall, dignified and handsome in every step. However, Amiya would not fall easily for any man's charms who did not have respect for women.

Her mobile phone rang. Amiya saw it was from her father. So she picked it up.

"Are you ready to come down yet? I'll have someone to open the door to bring you down. "

The sound of her father emerged.

"Father, I am so sorry. I have a bad stomach, I think it's diarrhea. I was wearing a beautiful dress and then it happened I couldn't go to the bathroom in time so the dress was very messy right now, full of stains. There was no dress to wear. Oh, hang on, I need to run to the restroom again. Ouch!... It's coming out!"

Amiya pretended to moan in pain. She had already made a plan with Sara to escape when people were busy chatting and eating at the party. No one knew Amiya's appearance. Because she hardly came to Las Vegas all these years.

"What?! Don't you dare make me lose face, Amy. I know you are lying because you don't want to come down. "

The father's voice was angry and shouted through the phone.

"I am not lying, father. Yesterday, I had a spicy papaya salad with Sara. Oh ... It's about to flow out again ... Ow! I can't hold it anymore, father. I have to run to the restroom. "

When finished speaking, she quickly turned off her phone.

Right on cue, Sara walked towards her father, her face frowned as if she was in pain.

"Um, dad, I think my stomach is a bit off. I'm going to the restroom. "

She told him and quickly walked out of the party room. Santo swore out furiously with the situation. Both of his daughters happened to have a stomachache at the same time. He invested a lot of money to hold this party, intended to show his youngest daughter to Stefan. The chubby man walked back to the VIP table.

At this time Wirata had already been back from the restroom. Stefan noticed that she was quiet, probably got bored. So he thought he would take her home every soon.

Many weeks ago, when he first planned to bring her to this event, his reason was to want to see how she would react if she saw him with other women.

But now that thought was no longer in his mind. After the lesson that night, Stefan had learned that he did not like to see her sad or unhappy.

Normally, she would not show her emotions out easily. She was a strong woman as he knew well. But sometimes she seemed miles away as if she had something to ponder in her head.

Santo walked to Stefan and bent down to tell the powerful man.

"Um, my daughter might be a bit late. I hope you don't mind."

Santo whispered. Stefan raised his eyebrow a little. He already forgot about that. The music was playing beautifully.

"No problem."

Stefan said to Santo.

"Please let me go check on her again. I will come back not for long." Santo had excused and disappeared again. Stefan nodded easily.

He then pulled the person next to him to stand up.

"Dance with me."

He whispered to her ears. Wirata was a little sleepy but she did not refuse and followed him to the floor. She thought it was a good idea to move a little to keep her awake. The tall body embraced her slim body and then started to lead her to dance with the beautiful slow rhythm. Wirata rested her face on his shoulder.

"I didn't know that you like dancing very much."

She murmured to him as his glorious tall body leading her on the dancing floor with the well-trained steps. He leaned his head to touch hers.

"Not that much. In fact, I hadn't danced for a long time. But I saw that your eyes are closing so that's why I asked you to dance. Are you sleepy? " He asked.

"little." She answered honestly.

"Do you want to go home yet?"

"Have you finished talking business yet?"

Wirata asked him back instead of answering. She looked up at his handsome face. Tonight she noticed that he had many businessmen walking in to greet him And talked to him. some of them looked serious.

"Almost done. But still, haven't seen the owner of the party yet. "

He responded which reminded Wirata that this party was for the lady named Amiya O'neal. She knew that Santo O'Neal wanted to introduce his daughter to Stefan as she was not blind to see what was going on around Stefan.

This event was Amiya O'Neal's graduation ceremony but nobody saw the lady yet. Wirata heard what Santo whispered to Stefan. The old man seemed to want to offer his youngest daughter to the money godfather.

Stefan secretly observed the face of the person in his arms. She was quiet. He tightened his arms and pulled her body closer.

"In the name of manners, I probably should stay a little longer to greet her. "

He said. Wirata just nodded. She sighed softly in his arms. His tall and tough body was warm and gave a sense of security. Wirata rested her face on his wide chest. Heard his heart beating. The heart of the heartless man.