Three years ago, I worked hard to inherit the position of successor to [Beomjin Group], a massive company that operates luxury hotels, resorts, and shopping malls all at once. However, the owner of that seat had already been decided.

'Then is there any need for me to receive more management training?' As that question arose, I turned away from the building where the brilliant chandeliers were shining.

Walking through the rainy streets without an umbrella, I prepared to spite that damn old man who had brainwashed me until his mouth was dry, saying, 'The heirs of Beomjin Group must enter into arranged marriages with people of their own status.'

I needed a man who would disappoint that high-and-mighty old man so I could easily escape the position of heir—someone who fell short of expectations, was completely plain and inconspicuous, yet had a hard time saying no.