"A Nepotism Baby? Well, good luck."

Jo Seohui had said those words while looking at the doll-like girl before her.

Jet-black hair, porcelain skin.
And those mysterious eyes tinged with a crimson hue.

She looked like a character straight out of a fairy tale. Her appearance was so striking that it seemed obvious: they’d chosen her for her looks.

Everyone who saw her thought so. The staff, Seohui’s manager—even strangers who caught a glimpse of her.

And so, Seohui had said it: a nepotism baby.

It was a phrase that young Jo Seohui detested more than anything.

It made …