"To me… money can buy absolutely anything."
That had always been the golden rule for Nam-Petch. As the poised and uncompromising executive of a high-end luxury nightclub, it was a truth she had never once questioned.
That is, until she offered to take Pailin under her wing—a desperate third-year university student backed into a corner with nowhere left to turn.
Nam-Petch assumed it would be just another effortless transaction, same as always. She would pay for a 'kept woman,' someone to cater to her whims and provide easy companionship.
But how could she have known that her newest acquisition...
Would turn out to be a stubborn, defiant girl who still ate fifty-baht basil stir-fry, rode the rickety city buses, and outright refused to touch her black card?
When 'wealth' proves incapable of purchasing this girl's smile or her 'dignity,' a woman who has spent her entire life solving problems with money is left utterly stranded.
What is she supposed to do when she realizes she's tumbling headfirst into a trap of her own making? A trap governed by one ironclad rule...
"Never fall in love with the person paying your way."