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[Rich girl ] - [Gwen stefani]

As Haein made her entrance into the party, she looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. Everyone couldn't help but stare in awe at her beauty. Whispers spread among the guests, marveling at her wealth, stunning looks, and seemingly perfect life.

"Wow, she's got everything—money, beauty, and love,"

"She's the Kang heir, after all," others chimed in, acknowledging her status as the epitome of wealth and privilege.

With a warm smile, Haein greeted her father, Yeri, and her aunt before making her way to her friends' table. Jia, brimming with excitement, eagerly announced, "Photo time!"

Meanwhile, Minho watched his daughter with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "She grew up too fast," he remarked fondly.

Yeri nodded in agreement, adding, "Even at 22, Haein is still your baby."

As the birthday party unfolded with music and delicious food, the guests were completely engrossed in the festivities. Unbeknownst to them, on the other side of the house, a man with a white truck arrived with his best friend in tow.

Jake approached the security guard stationed at the entrance and stated, "Delivery for Miss Haein." The guard nodded in understanding, ready to accept the package on Haein's behalf.

"We have to deliver it by hand. We need her signature." Jay interjected nervously

With a knowing smile, the guard recognized the significance of the delivery. "A birthday present," he surmised, offering a friendly gesture of acknowledgment.

"You hit the nail on the head," Jake quipped, as the guard stepped aside to allow them entry into the bustling party venue.

Haein continued her livestream, showcasing the array of presents she had received, but her attention was suddenly drawn to the entrance gate. With a hesitant pause, she turned the camera towards the door, intending to highlight the latest addition to her birthday haul.

However, her words faltered as she caught sight of an unexpected figure standing at the gate. It was the man whose car she had collided with earlier, the same man she had hastily fled from. His presence filled her with a sense of unease, his expression a mirror of her own discomfort.

Swiftly redirecting the camera back to her face, and ending the live, Haein's heart raced with apprehension. Despite her attempt to maintain composure, the man's presence loomed over her.

As Haein approached the man at the gate, her demeanor betrayed a mix of apprehension and irritation. With a gulp, she mustered the courage to confront him, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

"What are you doing at my house, you punk?" she demanded, her words laced with frustration.

Meanwhile, her friends observed the interaction from a distance, their curiosity piqued by the sudden commotion. Murmurs rippled through the group as they recognized the man's familiar face.

"Isn't that the mechanic guy?"

"I swear it's him,"

"He's even more handsome up close,"

Haein and Jake faced off, a silent tension hung between them, crackling with unspoken emotions. Their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills, each unwilling to back down.

Haein's eyes flashed with defiance, her posture radiating a fierce determination as she squared her shoulders and met Jake's intense gaze head-on. Beneath her facade of confidence, however, lurked a hint of vulnerability.

"The repairs cost 3 thousand dollars. I'm here for my money," Jake stated firmly.

"How about you leave first, then we'll deal with that later," Haein countered, her voice tinged with frustration.

"I'm not leaving anywhere without my money. You're a chaebol; this sum is nothing for you."

"I said I'll pay you!" Haein retorted, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of reassurance.

However, Jake recoiled from her touch, his resolve unyielding."You'll give me my money now," Jake demanded, his gaze unwavering as the tension between them escalated.

Then, a sturdy brunette Taerae stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Haein as if shielding her from Jake's imposing presence.

"Haein, who is this guy?"

"There's no problem, brother. Go on, mind your business," Jake responded dismissively, his gaze fixed on Haein.

"Where are you guys from? Obviously, you're not from our university and definitely not from any family I know," the brunette persisted, his suspicion evident.

Before Jake could respond, Jay interjected. "We majored in giving rich kids reality checks," he quipped, eliciting laughter from the crowd.

Unfazed by the jest, the brunette remained undeterred. "I'm a physics student. Why don't you tell me about it?" he challenged, his stance firm.

As Jay prepared to deliver a punch, Jake intervened, halting any further escalation. "Well, physics student, you should know this: an object's potential energy is determined by its position or state, representing the stored energy awaiting release,"

Jake, ready to move on from the confrontation, was halted in his tracks by Taerae's unexpected comment. "I'm impressed that you know this. Did you find a secondhand physics book?" Taerae quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.

Infuriated by Taerae's taunt, Jake clenched his fists in frustration. "Here's another law for you," he snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. " Newton's third law of motion. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."

Haein, recognizing the escalating tension, interjected with a weary sigh. "Enough with these elementary comebacks, Taerae. Go back; I can handle myself," she insisted, her tone firm.

Taerae, unfazed by Haein's dismissal, simply smirked. "No I want to see how this law works," he remarked with a cocky grin, his gaze fixed challengingly on Jake, intensifying the brewing conflict.

"Like this," Jake muttered through gritted teeth as he delivered a swift punch to Taerae's face. Unbeknownst to Haein, the live stream had been left on, capturing the fight for all to witness.

As the comments section erupted with shock and disbelief, viewership skyrocketed, drawing in a frenzied audience. Chaos ensued as partygoers became embroiled in the fray, the once orderly celebration devolving into a scene of chaos.

The designed cake, adorned with delicate frosting and elaborate fondant decorations, was smashed to pieces.

Amidst the mayhem, Haein watched with an inscrutable expression, her emotions veiled behind a mask of composure. Despite the chaos unfolding before her, her thoughts remained unreadable as she observed the scene unfolding with a mixture of disbelief and resignation.

Haein's aunt Beomja emerged from the chaos, her expression wrought with fear as she hurriedly sought out her brother. Finding Minho with Yeri, she was weirded out but didn't think much of it, she called out to him, her voice trembling with urgency.

Though Minho's attention was momentarily diverted, he failed to grasp the gravity of the situation, preoccupied with other matters.Upon Beomja's insistence, Minho swiftly summoned the guards, directing them to apprehend Jake and Jay.

As they escorted the unruly guests away, Minho intervened, "Take the boys outside i'll talk to them later."

Before departing, Jake hurled a parting shot at Haein, "I don't ever want to see your face again," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Minho, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, turned to Haein, his expression reflecting a mixture of concern and confusion.

"What is that guy saying? Did you two meet before?" Minho inquired, his tone tinged with concern as he sought clarification from his daughter.

"I don't know. He just came in and trashed the party."

Beomja interjected, her accusation hanging heavily in the air. "Haein, don't lie. I heard everything when I was inside. The boy said something about a car accident," she insisted, her voice accusatory.

Tension hung thick in the air as Minho's anger simmered beneath the surface, his patience wearing thin at Beomja's revelation.

Before Haein could respond, her friend Miyeon stepped forward, her words cutting through the silence like a knife. "Haein hit the dude and ran away," she confessed, her betrayal palpable as the truth came to light.

Haein's eyes narrowed in anger at Miyeon's betrayal, her sense of betrayal palpable as the weight of the accusation settled over the room.

Minho, his frustration reaching its peak, addressed his daughter with a stern tone making a decisive declaration, his voice ringing out with authority.

"There is no party. Party's over," he declared, his words final as he brought an abrupt end to the festivities.

Haein's eyes welled up with tears as the reality of the situation sank in, her emotions raw and unfiltered as she grappled with the fallout of her actions. Around them, the guests dispersed, leaving behind a palpable sense of anger and disappointment in the air.

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