Genius perfumer Serena used her mental power to brew a "fortune mother essence" for her boyfriend Luke, helping him sign a ten-million-dollar order. Yet Luke, to climb up by attaching himself to chaebol heiress Fiona, publicly erased her existence, using a hidden-marriage agreement and forged copyrights to stomp her into the mud. Serena decisively walked away—and retaliated by selling the fake parameters to the scumbag, letting him destroy his own empire with carcinogenic industrial fragrance. At her wit's end, Sean, heir to a century-old perfumer dynasty who had secretly loved her for six years, extended a marriage contract: "I don't need your luck. I only want you." From a shadow perfumer crushed beneath others' feet to a business-war queen who made all of Wall Street's short sellers kneel—she proved with absolute strength that true good fortune has always been oneself.
