She’s not Lady Bright...

~Gando Groups~

Alex dropped his phone onto the table with a clatter, pressing his fingers against his temple as a dull ache pulsed through his head.

His eyes shifted to the framed sketch of Lady Bright on the table, her delicate mask etched in soft pencil strokes. stood on the table like a sacred memento.

It wasn't just a picture. It was a haunting memory. A fixation.

The walls around him bore her image too. The sketches of her in countless outfits, caught in elegant poses, each one more captivating than the last.

Stepping into this cold, domineering CEO's office felt like entering a private art gallery. Yet every canvas, every artwork told the same story depicting the same woman—Lady Bright.