Your My Obsession Billionaire

"Thank you for coming to my engagement party, Arthur." Regan walked to the balcony to greet his best friend, Arthur, a man who looked cold without a hint of a smile.

"No problem; congratulations on your engagement." Arthur, who was currently standing on the balcony holding a glass of champagne,

He didn't like attending events like this. Arthur didn't like crowds that were only filled with fake people, but he couldn't refuse the invitation of his best friend, Regan, his business partner, and one of his best friends.

Among the crowd, Arthur's gaze centered on the woman who had captured his attention. The young woman, wearing a red satin dress, sat at one of the tables with a confused look on her face. Arthur found a point that he thought could relieve boredom, where he was more interested in looking at the woman, even from a distance.

Valerie, on the other hand, was at a loss as to what to look like at their CEO's engagement ceremony. To be honest, it was Valerie's first time attending such a big event; she was just an ordinary employee and not one of the rich people with high titles.

Valerie shifted her gaze, trying to find a view that might, just might, relieve some of her nerves. Her gaze looked up, right above the balcony. Valerie, the man in the black suit and bow tie, had a handsome face with sharp eyes, and damn it, the man was also staring at her. His big posture, like a model even, and his face hypnotized Valerie to keep looking continuously. After realizing this, Valerie again broke eye contact.

Her heart was beating so fast that she felt scared. What if the man was a criminal? Or maybe a hitman like in the novels she often read—it was so scary that, suddenly, there was a tap on Valerie's shoulder, making her body spontaneously surprised that the culprit was Clara, who was also a colleague in the office.

''Gosh, you're this!" Valerie caught her breath.

''What's wrong with you, Valerie?'' Clara sat beside Valerie, looking at her best friend, who was a little strange as if there was an obvious fear there.

''Nothing. Can we go home already, Clara?'' Valerie didn't want to talk about the man she had just seen.

How many minutes ago? Whether the man was still there or not, Valerie was eager to see him again, but she was also afraid.

''Can it wait a few more minutes? We have to say goodbye to Mr. Regan.'' Clara drank the food prepared by the waiter.

''Do you want a drink? I haven't seen you eat anything for a while.

''Yeah, please get me a drink.'' Valerie wanted to slightly moisten her throat, which was already very dry. Clara immediately called out to the waiter, who walked over with a tray of various drinks. Clara hand-picked up a glass of orange juice for Valerie, who never drinks alcohol, and a glass of whiskey for herself.

Clara placed the two glasses on the table, and before Clara could say anything, Valerie had already drunk her glass of champagne. She felt a burning sensation in her throat and a slightly strange taste.

''What is this strange drink?" Valerie said to herself.

''Gosh, Valerie, that's my drink!'' Clara couldn't believe Valerie was drinking whiskey like she was drinking water.

''What is this drink, Clara?" Valerie felt hot in her stomach and a little dizzy now.

"It's Whiskey... Are you okay?" Clara panicked, afraid that Valerie was drunk.

"I'm fine. No need to worry; I need to go to the toilet for a while." Valerie turned bolder and bolder.

"Do you want me to accompany Valerie?"