Five expensive black cars, like an escort of steel, rushed through the city streets. In the middle car, the Maybach, sat Prince Robert Stuar, the 27-year-old CEO. He was dressed flawlessly, the picture of elegant power, but his mood was a storm.
"Steven! Get us there!" Robert demanded, his voice tight.
"Yes, Prince, just a minute," Steven, his manager, responded quickly.
Suddenly, traffic brought the convoy to a complete stop.
"Agh! What is this?" Robert hit the armrest. "If I don't catch him today, I lose the chance to eliminate him!"
On the sidewalk, unaware of the danger nearby, Stofia was struggling with a huge catering box.
"Levis, come on! We must get a cab! If we are late, my mother will be upset!" his friend, Stofia, urged him.
Levis stopped right in front of the black car. He caught his reflection in the perfect, dark window, adjusting his hair and blowing a dramatic kiss. "Mwah! Oh, I am so gorgeous," he complimented himself.
"See? This is why you don't date!" Stofia sighed, handing him heavy boxes. "What if someone sees you in that car? They'll definitely fall for you! We have no time for admirers!"
"Relax! We're late, let's go!" Levis pulled Stofia toward an empty taxi.
Inside the Maybach, Robert felt an unexpected, frantic drumming in his chest. His hand shot to his heart. It was racing. He remembered the brief glimpse of the stranger—the fix of the hair, the funny fly kiss—and felt a terrifying, sudden warmth.
What was that feeling?
The light turned green. The cars sped off, leaving the moment behind.
Minutes later, they arrived at a dark warehouse. Robert's guards quickly secured the area.
Inside, one man was kneeling, guarded.
"Did you really think I wouldn't know everything you were plotting?" Robert shouted, furious.
"Robert, don't do this! If my father finds out—"
Robert didn't hesitate. He pulled out a gun and shot the man without a second thought.
He nudged the body with his foot. "Steven! Send this corpse to his father. Tell him I did it. He can challenge me if he dares."
"Sir, yes. But the business deal has a few issues—"
"Enough," Robert cut him off. "My friend's wedding. Drive there now."
At the Grand Victoria Hotel, the wedding was a spectacle of luxury.
"Mom, it's Levis's fault we're late! He woke up late and made me prepare all these boxes!" Stofia complained to the event planner.
Levis, however, was in awe. "Wow! This is huge! Aunt Nora, getting this event—the sweets, the dinner—it's a massive win for our business!"
"Levis Heart!" A dignified woman, Madam Martha, called him over.
"This is my daughter's dream wedding. I need you to handle all the food and drinks. It's the most important part," she stressed.
Levis beamed with confidence. "Ma'am, please don't worry about the food. Just focus on the guests. I've got this handled."
"Such confidence in one so young. You are disciplined about your work. Thank you." Madam Martha nodded and departed.
"Alright, team! Let's get ready!" Levis rallied his catering staff.
Outside, a cluster of luxurious cars arrived. Robert stepped out, immediately surrounded by a ring of bodyguards.
"Prince Robert Stuar! It's an honor!" the groom exclaimed.
"You're my friend. No need for formalities," sleek and professional. "And your father is one of my father's underworkers. Don't worry about it." Robert said smoothly.
Just as he was about to enter, a sudden gunshot rang out.
Robert's guards immediately shielded him. Over twenty armed attackers charged the hall.
"Everyone, relax! Continue the wedding! Nothing is happening!" Robert commanded, sitting down calmly in a large chair.
While the guests panicked, Robert sat like a king. Steven and his inner circle stayed close, while fifty other guards engaged the attackers in a brutal, quiet fight.
A man tried to sneak toward Robert. Steven moved like a flash of lightning, snatching the man's gun and delivering a powerful punch to his chest. The attacker crumpled, a dead weight on the marble floor.
"Shhh. Poor guy," Robert murmured, watching the carnage with bored elegance.
In the kitchen, Levis was perfecting the towering wedding cake.
"Stofia, is the cake beautiful?"
"Levis, you're the professional baker! Of course, it's amazing!" Stofia suddenly gasped. "Oh no! Aunt!"
Five attackers had infiltrated the kitchen and were heading for the food.
Levis's sweet demeanor vanished. "Stop! I worked very hard on this food. If you ruin it, I will ruin your hands."
The attacker laughed and reached to smash a tray of food.
"This is going to be a mess," Stofia muttered, already calculating the damages.
Levis acted instantly. He grabbed the man's arm, twisted, and threw him to the floor. The sound of a bone breaking was sickening.
"Oh my God!" The other employees cried out.
The remaining four attackers lunged. Stofia, proving her loyalty and preparedness, whipped four knives from her apron pockets and threw them with practiced, waving precision. They landed—not with fatal intent, but sinking deeply into the hands of the four men, stopping them instantly.
One man, ignoring his injured hand, kept fighting Levis. Their brawl spilled through the doors into the wedding hall. Levis slammed the attacker's head against the wall, knocking him unconscious. But the force caused Levis to spin around—taking in the full scene of the ruined wedding.
Robert's guards finished capturing the rest.
"Sir, all enemies secured," Steven reported.
"My apologies for the mess," Robert told the crowd, a smirk on his face.
"Apologies? How dare you apologize after all this destruction!" Levis shouted, stepping into the ruined hall.
Everyone gasped. Robert looked up and saw the man from the car window—furious, beautiful, and covered in kitchen dust.
It's him. The one who made my heart race.
"Levis, stop! It's not your place!" Madam Martha warned.
"Madam, this is serious—" Levis was interrupted when one of Robert's bodyguards attacked him for disrespecting the Prince.
Levis dodged the punch, grabbed a chair, and smashed it hard against the guard, shattering the wood. Robert watched, stunned.
In the middle of the chaos, Robert walked toward Levis and gently touched his shoulder. Levis immediately spun around, throwing a protective punch—but stopped his fist just short of Robert's face.
Suddenly, every bodyguard, including Steven, pulled their guns and aimed them directly at Levis.
Levis froze, surrounded by weapons.
Robert ignored the guns. He looked Levis in the eye, and then, in front of the stunned crowd, he dropped to one knee.
"Prince!" Steven cried out, terrified.
Robert's gaze never left Levis.
"I love you," Robert said, his voice loud and clear.
"Will you marry me?"