Chapter 8

I actually went to the Blackwood family's place a month ago. It was Julian Blackwood's birthday.

Mr. Blackwood was a big shot in Cloud City.

The moment he saw me, he looked tense, because I was wearing a backless gown, and the crescent-shaped birthmark on my shoulder was fully exposed.

I didn't intend to cause trouble, but Julian Blackwood just had to provoke me. His fingers grazed my birthmark, and he muttered something vulgar.

I raised my hand and splashed a glass of red wine in his face.

He arrogantly moved to hit me, but Mr. Blackwood stopped him with a furious shout.

After the banquet, Mr. Blackwood called me aside.

We reached an agreement: he'd give me a sum of money, and I wouldn't reveal my identity.

I mean, what woman in her right mind would turn down six houses?