Blurb：
Forced to leave her top-secret military facility, a highly trained soldier returns home for an arranged marriage to the powerful CEO Mr. Hale—only to face immediate chaos in Port Sterling. After crashing her commanding officer’s car into a red Ferrari driven by the arrogant Wendy Wright, Mr. Hale’s right-hand woman, she finds herself entangled in a high-stakes confrontation. With her security clearance and military discipline on the line, she must navigate the Hale family’s dominance, Wendy’s drunken threats, and the gathering crowd’s whispers—all while upholding her CO’s order to avoid civilian conflict. Will Mr. Hale step in, or will Port Sterling’s ruthless hierarchy test her limits?Content：
My father called me at my top-secret facility post and ordered me home for an arranged marriage.My fiancé was perfect on paper—handsome, successful, chairman of the region’s top corporation.
Due to my security clearance, I couldn’t fly commercial. My commanding officer lent me his personal vehicle to help me make a good impression.
I arrived at my fiancé’s headquarters on time. While backing into a parking spot, a red Ferrari screeched toward me. I hit it before I could brake.
The driver, a smug-looking woman, rolled down her window and yelled, “Are your eyes in your ass? Do you even know how to drive?”
I took a deep breath. “You cut me off and tried to steal my spot. How is this my fault?”
She scoffed. “My spot? Listen, tramp—every cent that hits the ground in Port Sterling belongs to the Hale family. Got it?”
I paused, then called my fiancé. “I hear the Hale family runs this city. Is that true?”
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If it wasn't for my father, I wouldn't have even bothered to make the call.
Crashing my CO’s car was a problem that money alone couldn't fix. If my future husband showed a reasonable amount of remorse, I might be able to make this whole incident disappear.
"I'm busy. Get to the point," a clipped, impatient voice answered.
"Mr. Hale, I think it would be in your best interest to come downstairs personally. Otherwise—"
The line went dead.
I stared at my phone. Are all rich people this arrogant?
The woman in the Ferrari saw my stunned expression and burst out laughing. "And here I thought you were some big shot. Turns out you're all talk. Just pay up. If Mr. Hale finds out his car's been damaged, you won't be leaving Port Sterling in one piece."
She glanced at my car's out-of-state plates and my age, dismissing me completely.
"Ma'am, are you even capable of rational thought?" I shot back. "You're the one who illegally changed lanes and tried to steal my spot. I should be the one demanding compensation, yet here you are, trying to extort me." I pointed to the security camera overhead. "That's recording everything. You keep lying, and I'll call the police."
At the mention of the police, she became even more belligerent. "Go ahead, little bitch! Call them! I guarantee you'll just end up paying more."
Her voice grew louder, and the acrid smell of alcohol filled the air. My hand tightened into a fist. "The reason you don't want me to call the police... is because you've been drinking, haven't you?"
Her response was to shove me hard. "What I drink is none of your damn business! Pay up! You try to skip out on this, and I'll make sure you never leave this city!"
I’d spent years in the service with minimal contact with civilians. I had no idea how to deal with a shrew like this. Her sheer audacity was starting to piss me off. "You hit my car and you're blaming me? Are you insane?"
Her accusation prompted a wave of murmurs from the gathering crowd.
"Damn, that girl's got guts. Yelling at Ms. Wright? She must have a death wish."
"That's Mr. Hale's car. Most people wouldn't dare breathe on it, and she just crashed into it."
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