On his birthday night, his friends egged Rex on to make a wish. Out of nowhere, Rex thought of Linda. Cold-blooded and heartless-that was how outsiders described him. Only Linda had ever called him a good person. And only when she was using him did her words sound so sweet. For the first time in his life, on his own birthday, he made a wish for a woman-hoping she would get what she wanted. If she wanted to borrow his power, he was willing to let her borrow it for a lifetime.
Recently, in New York City's high society, rumors had been swirling that Linda had been dumped by her ex-boyfriend, her dream of marrying into wealth shattered, and that she was now dating a big shot from London. That day, Linda was called last minute to a dinner gathering. She was the last to enter the private room, only to find her ex-boyfriend among the guests. She was just a small figure, unworthy of being introduced to everyone at the table by the host. During the meal, her ex-boyfriend raised his glass to her. "Congratulations, I heard you've found a new relationship." Someone, eager for drama, asked her who her new boyfriend was.
"Which London big shot?"
Linda didn't know any so-called London big shot and had no idea where the rumor had come from. Casually, she named the only prominent, unmarried man she had heard of.
"Rex."
Everyone was stunned and turned to look at the man seated at the head of the table. Linda, clueless, followed their gazes-only to meet the man's deep, unfathomable eyes.
He leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of nobility and indifference. Though his posture was relaxed, his presence was overwhelming. He was watching her with an unreadable expression.
Linda thought to herself, Could I be this unlucky? Is this man a friend of my ex? At that moment, the host snapped out of his shock. Seeing that Rex hadn't denied it, he smiled and congratulated him, "I was wondering why you suddenly came to New York City-turns out it's to see your girlfriend."