Back at the mansion where the party was held, the person soundly sleeping on the bed finally awoke. Frowning, she looked around the room and tried to remember how she got there.

Vague images flashed through her mind but she couldn’t piece them together. Her last memory was of feeling dizzy and unsteady on her feet after drinking three glasses of wine. Unable to endure, she slowly made her way back to her room.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she remembered someone was in her bed and in her confusion, she thought it was her boyfriend who somehow sneaked in. Why and how he was in her room didn’t cross her mind as she was too hammered to take notice.

This only served to confuse her even further. Her boyfriend was in Paris for work. They had even face-timed an hour before the party so how did he get here within that timeframe? Looking down at her bed sheet and her dress, there didn’t seem to be any stain. Taking it a step further and checking between her legs, she sighed in relief. Nothing seemed to have happened.

Rushing out of her room despite her pounding head, Sahai ran down the stairs and flung open the door of the security room.

“From 11 pm last night until now, rewind the footage taken from the hall leading to my room!”

The security personnel was startled but immediately complied with her order.

Three minutes in she saw a man exiting her room. His image was a little blurry, probably because she had woken up recently. But from what she could see, he was someone familiar.

Searching through her memories, she found the person most likely to be him. That man was difficult to forget.

They had no interactions during the entirety of the party, so what was he doing in her room?

Her father should know him since the majority of the people there were his guests.

Now rushing to her father’s study, she knocked twice then entered after he gave the go ahead. Upon entering, she saw her father sitting behind his desk as he kept flipping through stacks of papers.

“Morning dad. Quick question. The guy with silver hair and heterochromia, who is he?” Sahai cut right to the chase.

“Hmm? Oh, he’s the model for our company’s ad. Why do you ask?” Her father looked up from his work and stared at her inquisitively.

“No reason, I was just curious. His looks are very unusual. OK! I’ve got some stuff to do, talk to you later.”

Closing the door behind her, Sahai clenched her teeth as she inwardly promised to end that disgusting pervert.