It was night, a few streetlights shone on the empty streets.
The sky was slightly gray; it was early winter.
The streets were sparsely populated, and a faint chill hung in the air.
Today was Emilia's coming-of-age ceremony, and she had planned to celebrate with a group of friends at a bar.
She was rushing to the bar.
She had been careless today, thinking she'd take a nap in the afternoon and be more energetic that evening.
Who knew it would be eleven o'clock in the evening?
When she woke up, she saw only missed calls from classmates.
Faced with her classmates' wrath and abuse, Emilia was a little anxious.
She ran several kilometers from home only to realize she had forgotten her bike.
What a tragic life! She always forgets things when she's anxious.
She stood by the roadside, wondering if she should go home or to the bar.
Not far away, several black luxury cars pulled up, their passengers dressed in black suits and wearing large sunglasses. In the dim light of the streetlight, Emilia stealthily approached to watch.
She hid beside a car, her eyes wide open, only to see a man half-kneeling on the ground.
One of the men stepped forward, pulled out a piece of paper, and read: "On December 8th, you robbed a sixty-year-old woman at Oak Manor. Do you know whose property that is?"
"Please forgive me, everyone. I will never rob anything here again. I'm blind and shouldn't commit crimes on Master Sebastian's property."
The underling kicked him down, saying, "The rules of the underworld. Which hand robs?"
Under the streetlight, a sharp dagger gleamed. It was clear that this thief was a frequent offender and was familiar with Master Sebastian's rules. However, he hadn't expected him to be so strict and to never allow robberies or thefts on his property.
That's why his property was always snatched up, safe and secure.
Everyone in Riverdale knew the real estate tycoon, Sebastian Osorn. He owned countless properties in every corner of the city.
However, due to his humble origins, he was nicknamed "Gold Medal Tycoon Sebastian."
"I wish I could be friends with a wealthy man like Sebastian."
Emilia whispered, hiding in the front of the car, when the rear door suddenly opened.
A long silence followed. Emilia secretly placed her hand on the open window, then slowly raised her head to see a man sitting inside.
"Wow, so handsome!"
She admitted she was still a bit of a fangirl.
For a woman like her who was confused, she had a thing for handsome men, and this one was exactly her type.
She was about to take a few more glances, but then her phone rang.
Everyone's eyes were on her.
Emilia panicked. Several tall men approached her, their large sunglasses obscuring their expressions.
"Who are you, and why are you here?"
An icy voice rang out. Emilia was a little frightened. Looking at the man still sitting peacefully in the car, she ultimately did something she hadn't expected.
She immediately patted her chest and declared confidently, "I'm your wife!"
Looking at the already-open car door, she rushed in without a word.
The group stared blankly at their young master and the opened car door.
The man in the car turned and sized up the little girl, his lips curled up.
"Please help me, I don't know those people."
Amelia was so anxious that she forgot to answer her phone. She had a hunch that this man was the boss and wouldn't hurt her.
The man in the car found the amusement growing. She said calmly, "How can I help you?"
Emilia seemed to be thinking seriously, then said, "I forgot. Today is my birthday, and my classmates and friends are waiting to celebrate it. You're taking me to the bar. I know you're a kind person and wouldn't stand by and watch someone die, right? Buddha said saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You look so handsome, it would be a crime not to save me."
She rattled off a lot of words.
Sebastian's smile remained plastered on his face. What a silly little girl, with such a sweet tongue, she didn't give him any room to refuse.
But he really enjoyed being praised by this silly little girl.
"To the bar," Sebastian said calmly, and the driver, Thomas, immediately got in and started the car.
All the way, Emilia listened to her classmates' complaints with a bitter face until the car arrived at the bar.
Emilia looked at her classmates standing at the door of the "Midnight Rose" bar and was about to open the car door to leave. But at this moment, the man who had been sitting in the car the entire time finally spoke up.
"Just leaving like that?"
Sebastian was a little annoyed. This girl was so adorable, he couldn't help but want to kiss her while sitting in the car, watching her adorable, bewildered expression.
"Oh, I forgot. Thank you, uncle."
Emilia bowed politely and was about to get out.
But the man in the car was practically furious. This damn woman had the audacity to call him "uncle"!
"Am I really that old?" Sebastian muttered, grabbing the woman's wrist.
Emilia looked at him suspiciously, then said, "A little bit. Actually, I prefer uncle. How about I call you brother?"
These words always came so well. Sebastian, who was about to lose his temper, suddenly felt better.
This little girl before him was a real gem.
He immediately opened the car door and walked out, followed by Emilia. The classmates were soon amazed. Riverdale's top figures stood there, with Emilia beside them.
All their complaints instantly turned to envy, and they all smiled like idiots.
A classmate, Sarah or Jessica, spoke up in the crowd, saying, "Emilia, it's so late, we won't disturb your birthday celebration."
Sebastian seemed pleased with this approach and said to his subordinate, James, "Give them each a red envelope. Thank you for your hard work tonight."
Amelia looked at the quickly departing classmates with some resentment, and couldn't help but say, "They're so disloyal. They become so obsessed with rich people."
Sebastian looked at the little woman, who was stamping her feet in anger, and then said, "Emilia, I'll celebrate your eighteenth birthday with you tonight, okay?"
Just in the car, Sebastian had checked this woman's identity. Of course, how could he let his prize leave his arms like that...
Watching the classmates happily depart with their red envelopes, Emilia nodded helplessly.
The two entered the bar, and the owner, Mark, immediately rushed over. "Master Sebastian, we've prepared the VIP suite. Please follow me."
The boss led the way, and Emilia followed him like a little lamb.
"Emilia, what would you like to eat?"
Sebastian asked gently.
Emilia was feeling particularly down tonight, and immediately said, "I want some wine."
Soon, realizing this was the reaction Sebastian had hoped for, he nodded to the boss.
Soon, the two of them arrived in the private room. Without a second thought, Emilia grabbed the wine the waiter brought and guzzled it.
She had no experience drinking, and after a few drinks, she felt a bit shaky.
She stared at the man before her with a dazed look in her eyes.
But Sebastian just sat there, watching her in such a state of disbelief.
"Come on, let's drink to my growing up."
Emilia picked up a bottle of wine and handed it to Sebastian. Sebastian nodded, took the bottle, and began to drink. Emilia was completely unaware that the man before her was a wolf, drooling over her.
A few minutes later, Emilia had already reached her limit and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
Sebastian looked at this stubborn, confused woman. He was in a particularly good mood tonight because this woman brought him so many different feelings.
He had been switching women frequently, but unfortunately, none of them had ever completely captivated him for long. After satisfying his sexual needs, he would get bored. It seemed that sometimes a change of heart was a good idea.
He then turned and was about to go into the bathroom to check on this woman.
Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door, this little woman rushed out, clearly drunk, and pushed him against the wall.
She stood before him with a silly smile, "Rich man, let's be friends."
Sebastian was stunned by her behavior. This little woman was indeed interesting. He had had many women who had actively seduced him over the years, but this one was special. "Why should I be friends with you?" Sebastian flirted. Seeing the anxious look on Emilia's face, she seemed to be trying hard to think of something. Then he said, "I like rich men. I want to be friends with rich men. Are you rich? If you are, I'll take you in." Such drunken ramblings left her unaware of what she had done. Sebastian couldn't help but laugh, then said calmly, "How are you going to take me in?" Emilia stepped forward, her tiny body embracing his tall frame. "If I sleep with you, you'll be mine. I'll be your queen." Such outrageous words usually only appeared in Emilia's daydreams, but tonight they were revealed. It turns out that being drunk is truly incredible. "If you sleep with me tonight, I'll be your friend. How about that?" Sebastian couldn't help but wrap his arms around Emilia's waist. Such a small body captivated him, a scorching flame burning within him, his body ablaze with heat. "Okay, okay."
Emilia smiled happily.
Sebastian leaned in for a long, deep kiss, his nimble tongue tracing between Emilia's teeth. This was clearly a torture for her, a kiss she had never experienced before. Her small hands kept waving at his chest.
Sebastian found himself truly captivated by this young, innocent girl. Her strangeness, her confusion, her uncertainty—all of these things always demonstrated her everlasting purity.
After the kiss, Emilia said angrily, "You bit me so hard! I don't want to be your friend anymore."
She still reached out to caress her stinging lips as she was about to leave the embrace. Sebastian's body was already stretched to its limit. How could he possibly let this woman escape unharmed? Since she'd started the fire, she had to put it out.
"Emilia, I can give you everything. Anything you want, I'll satisfy you."
Sebastian soothed softly, his arms tightening around the woman. He leaned over and bit her earlobe...
Emilia said excitedly, "Really?!"
She'd always daydreamed of meeting a tall, rich, and handsome man and starting a life of happiness.
Meeting a rich man now wouldn't be so bad.
She giggled as she thought, the alcohol numbing her brain.
She didn't even realize she'd been carried to bed. She opened her wide eyes and looked at the man before her.
"Who are you, rich man? I only make friends with rich men like Sebastian. I don't care about any other scoundrels."
Emilia, though drunk, spoke clearly and reached out to push the man away. "I'm the Sebastian you dreamed of. What? Are you dissatisfied with me?"
Sebastian couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't expected this woman to be so discerning, choosing between different levels.
"No way! Sebastian looks like you."
Emilia jumped up from the bed, staring at the man in shock.
"Don't you like him?"
Sebastian's body burned with passion, his eyes burning as he stared at the bewildered woman.
Emilia's vision was blurry, but her dream of being friends with a wealthy man had finally come true.
Without saying anything, she simply pushed the man down. That wasn't even a kiss...
She nibbled on Sebastian's face, making him feel like he was being abused by a small animal.
"Sebastian, how good is my kiss? This is my first kiss," Emilia said, feigning shyness.
Clearly, a drunk man couldn't afford to be hurt, and a drunk woman even less. Sebastian felt like he was going to collapse, looking at the woman on top of him.
"Emilia, are you a cat? That's not a kiss, it's a lick!"
Emilia's face flushed, and then she said calmly, "Then I'll try again. Maybe it'll be better."
After another round of torture, Sebastian rolled his eyes at her, looking even more helpless.
"This time it wasn't a kiss, it was a bite. Emilia, are you a puppy? Look at what you've done to me. How should I punish you?"
Sebastian was about to lose his temper. The woman's bite was excruciating, but seeing how serious she was, he had to endure it.
"It's a bite! Then I'll try again. Maybe it'll be better than last time..."
Emilia looked at the man with a hint of grievance, then added, "This is my first kiss. Can't you say something nice?"
Tears threatened to fall. Sebastian hated to see his beloved woman cry. The girl in front of him might be eighteen, but her IQ was completely negative.
"I was wrong, I was wrong. You kissed me well, really well."
Sebastian gently reached out and wiped the tears from her eyes, and Emilia instantly broke into laughter.
"Rich man, can you let me kiss you again?"
Emilia's face was filled with pleading, and her drunken state left him feeling helpless.
"Girl, are you planning to torture me today?"
Sebastian's face twitched, and his left cheek still stung. That confused girl had bitten me so hard.
"I never torture the flowers of my country. You're such a big man, and you're actually afraid of me."
Emilia said, reaching out to pinch the man's face.