Rini quickly came to her senses. She shook her head, trying to process everything she had seen—making sure it had really happened and wasn’t just a dream. She even rubbed her eyes to confirm it was real. Albert, seeing that, only smiled. In his heart he said, “If it weren’t for this damn System, I’d be known to the world by now! There are tons of jewelry like this in the dimensional storage. To me it’s worthless, but to a woman like her it must be extremely valuable. I’ll make Rini acknowledge me!” “Albert, this…” Rini’s hands trembled as she looked at the jewelry Albert showed her. Albert took Rini’s hand and handed her the jewelry in his hand. “If you want, just take it all. I don’t need it.” Rini immediately refused. “No, no. This is too valuable. You should keep it safe. But…” She studied Albert closely, then asked curiously, “You have so much luxury jewelry—why are you a bodyguard for Miss Astrid? And they say you used to be a beggar. Don’t tell me you…” Albert was very exci

The Vinaro family is the number one family in the Capital; its wealth is truly extraordinary compared to other wealthy families in the Capital. Even so, the owner of Yanaga Corporation is on a completely different level—his wealth compared to the rich families in the Capital, including the Vinaro family itself, is like heaven and earth. As the Vinaro family was in confusion, Ardian immediately spoke up. “Father, isn’t this also a good opportunity for us?” Old Mr. Vinaro glared sharply at the question. “What do you mean?! Mr. Yanaga is being bluntly honest to humiliate us in public. What part of this is a good opportunity?!” he roared angrily. Jesika immediately chimed in. “Big brother, what Father said is right. If Mr. Yanaga ends up choosing one of the women from those wealthy families, then we will be the ones who have to bear the shame.” “Hee... don’t misunderstand yet. Think carefully. Mr. Yanaga is suddenly going to attend the celebration party for Florenscia, even though all

The grounds of the Vinaro family’s luxury residence slowly filled with renowned conglomerates, each wearing black suits paired with elegant ties, and shimmering evening gowns that reflected the glow of the crystal lights around the garden. They stood in groups, exchanging whispers filled with anticipation, their eyes fixed on the grand gate as if it were a silent witness to the night’s bustle. The night wind carried the aroma of fine wine and selected tobacco, blending with the clink of crystal glasses touching in the guests’ hands. Amid the crowd, a middle-aged man with neatly combed silver hair stood upright, occasionally glancing at his gold-plated wristwatch. He was Old Mr. Vinaro, this time serving as both host and guardian of the family tradition. His face showed a thin, forced smile, trying to conceal the unease creeping into his heart. Everyone there was waiting for Albert, who had announced through his assistant th