Chapter 3 Wealthy Billionaire

Downstairs, Mia had a quick breakfast, only managing to eat half before kissing her aunt goodbye. She hailed a taxi and arrived at the supermarket slightly behind schedule. Determined not to let it dampen her spirits, Mia hurried to her assigned duty post and started working.

Mia's role at the supermarket was that of a customer service assistant. Her responsibilities included helping customers find items, bagging their groceries, and assisting them with carrying their purchases to their vehicles. She took pride in her job and approached each task with enthusiasm and a warm smile. As she stood at her post, Mia's keen observance caught sight of a man with brown hair. He exuded an air of importance, dressed like a bodyguard in an impeccably tailored suit and sporting an earpiece. A quick glance at his posture and demeanor confirmed her suspicion: he worked for a wealthy billionaire.

Intrigued by his purposeful strides and searching gaze, the man motioned for Mia to approach. She felt a flutter of anticipation as she made her way towards him, curious about the scenario unfolding before her. The man's expression held a mix of awe and admiration as he looked at her. "How can a girl be so pretty while working? Shouldn't she be a model?" he mumbled, his eyes unwilling to leave her radiant presence. Recognizing the need to bring him back to reality, Mia cleared her throat intentionally, snapping him out of his reverie. "Sir, can I assist you with anything?" she asked politely, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"U-uhm, yeah. I'm looking for Moana wine. Can you show me where it is? I believe I'm in the wrong aisle," the man replied, still seemingly lost in awe of Mia's beauty.

Of course, sir. Please come with me, and I'll guide you to the wine aisle," Mia responded graciously, her curiosity increasing with every passing moment. She led him through the supermarket, her knowledge of the store layout enabling her to navigate the aisles with ease. The wine section finally came into view, with shelves adorned with elegant floral designs that showcased the extensive collection. Intriguing and captivating labels presented each bottle, telling stories of their origins and flavors. Among them stood the shelf holding the sought-after Moana wine, its unique black half-moon bottle adorned with delicate diamond fragments, exuding an air of luxury and exclusivity. Moana wine was sought after by the rich and influential and possessed sedative qualities, even a small amount capable of intoxicating within seconds.

How many bottles would you like to purchase, sir?" Mia inquired. She shocked when he responded with "fifty."

""Fifty? Are you sure, sir?" Mia asked, unable to conceal her disbelief. She assumed he must have misspoke, intending to request five bottles but accidentally saying fifty.

"Yes, fifty. Is there a problem?" the man questioned, unaware of Mia's state of shock  In her mind, Mia screamed, "A single bottle costs two million dollars! People usually buy one or at most three bottles. What kind of rich billionaire requires fifty?" With professionalism intact, she put her doubts aside and focused on providing exceptional customer service. She began retrieving the requested bottles from the shelves, her trained hands moving swiftly as she carefully placed them into a shopping cart. Counting each bottle, Mia felt a mixture of amazement and concern. The weight of the cart increased with each addition, making the journey to the register seem like a daunting task.

As if sensing her struggle, the man in the bodyguard attire approached Mia, his voice laced with understanding and kindness. "Let me assist you with that," he offered. Grateful for the unexpected help, Mia nodded appreciatively. Together, they maneuvered through the bustling supermarket, the man's assistance brought a sense of ease to her task. Finally, they reached the register where Vanessa, the registrar, awaited. Her eyes widened upon seeing the staggering amount of wine, her curiosity piqued. She wondered if it had been ordered for stocking purposes, but why was it brought there?, she wondered.

Vanessa and Mia exchanged confused glances as they processed the unusual situation before them. Vanessa, ever diligent, swiftly calculated the total cost of the purchased goods. As she hesitated to voice the amount, she couldn't help but note that it was the highest purchase record since she had begun working at the register.

"Hmm, sir, your bill comes to one hundred million dollars," Vanessa finally informed him, her eyes searching for any hint of surprise on his face. To her astonishment, he remained expressionless. Meanwhile, Mia observed him closely, hoping to detect any signs of shock or disbelief. However, his demeanor remained unchanged, as he simply requested the account details of the supermarket.

Mia diligently packaged the goods in a carton and offered to assist him in carrying them to his vehicle. He kindly offered to help her, but she politely declined, not wanting to burden him further. As she approached his car, tragedy struck. Mia stumbled over a rock in the parking lot, causing her to lose her balance and shatter all the bottles of wine in her hands. Devastated by the damage she had caused, Mia cried out in frustration, "Oh no, why does the universe hate me?"

As Mia wallowed in her misfortune, she noticed the car owner waving her over. Nervously, she approached him with her head bowed. As she lifted her gaze, she was taken aback by his striking appearance. This man standing before her surpassed even Harry in terms of physical beauty. He seemed like the embodiment of a heavenly being, with a delicately shaped nose, pronounced cheekbones, and captivating gray eyes that exuded an air of coldness. Yet, he possessed an understated handsomeness that left Mia breathless.

In this tense moment, Mia felt a surge of fear as his hand reached towards her neck. However, to her surprise, he merely untied her ribbon, causing her hair to cascade down. He then gently ran his fingers through her hair, captivated by its fiery red color. Finally, he spoke in a chilly tone, "Red, what is your name?"

"M-Mia," she managed to stutter out, awe-struck by his presence.