A long-planned ambush cost him his memory; the cold-hearted heir to a northern business empire found himself reduced to playing the "fake cousin" of a maid, performing menial labor in soot-choked alleyways.
Yet, amidst the grime and toil, he experienced a genuine warmth he had long been denied. When his memory suddenly returned, however, the only words he left her with were a heartless, "I don't know you."
But as he turned to walk away, he remained unaware that the heirloom ring she wore close to her heart concealed a truth capable of upending everything: the bloodline of this humble "flower girl" was the true ruling force of the very town he had sought to dominate.
