A week later, in a luxurious house located in a housing development in another city, "Bang," Layla, wearing a bathrobe, sat behind the desk in her study, slamming a report from her subordinates onto the table.
"My operation is ruined, huh... just a headache," Layla muttered, rubbing her eyes and taking off her glasses.
"Knock... knock... knock," someone knocked on the door of her study. "Come in," Layla shouted, who looked exhausted even though it was still early morning. "Click," a handsome, well-built male servant entered.
"Madam, you have a visitor," the servant said.
"Who is it?" Layla asked.
"A young man... I'm sorry, but I don't recognize him, Madam," the servant replied.
"Fine, send him in," Layla replied.
"Yes, Madam," the servant replied.
