SOMEONE POV’s 

The woman with straight hair strolled into the elaborate room, holding a new journal in her hands. "Hey, boss. I have a new journal for you," she announced, her voice filled with a mix of respect and familiarity.

I gestured with a subtle raise of my eyebrows for the man in the black suit to come forward. He made his way toward the woman with straight hair, his features schooled into an impassive expression, awaiting further instructions.

The woman passed the journal over to the man in the black suit, her voice firm yet nonchalant. 

"Here, this'll be his new book," she instructed.

The man in the black suit swiftly handed the journal to me, the cover gleaming as I took it in my hands.

"Also, your parents are expecting you to make the observation visit at Miracle Academy," she announced, her tone firm but respectfully addressed.

I raised an eyebrow, my voice tinted with an edge of curiosity. "Do I have to handle that personally?"

"Absolutely, just giving you a heads up. The Big Boss wants you to handle the business or find a mate."

"Great." I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "And let me guess, my parents want me to either handle business affairs or find a mate. Fantastic."

The woman nodded in confirmation, her expression remaining impassive. 

"Unfortunately, it's true. Your parents have made it clear that they expect either you to take charge in matters or find yourself a mate," she clarified, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

My irritation bubbled to the surface, and I let out a frustrated exhale as I slumped back in my chair. "Just go... Leave me alone," I grumbled, my words laced with annoyance.

"But what if Miss Madonna—"

"No buts, just go."

Judith flipped through the pages of my journal, her eyes darting across the words. My loyal sidekick remained steadfast beside me, a constant presence in my life. After a few moments, I paused, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

Judith spoke once more, his tone formal but carrying a hint of curiosity. 

"Sir, it seems that some people are starting to catch on to things regarding you," he observed, his words measured.

"And what might they be catching on to, Judith?" I asked, though I was fairly certain I already knew the answer.

Judith's words cut through the room as he stated matter-of-factly. "It seems, sir, that some individuals are becoming aware of your tendency towards being overly cold and formal. Perhaps that's the reason behind the difficulties you're facing in finding a mate."

"What's wrong with me, Judith?" I asked again, playing along.

Judith continued his analysis, his tone candid yet respectful. "It appears, sir, that perhaps you should consider softening your approach a bit. I understand that you possess the qualities of a powerful alpha and have good looks to accompany them, but it couldn't hurt to be more sociable, wouldn't you agree?"

I waved a hand dismissively, my voice tinged with irritation. 

"I've had more than enough of that Madonna woman," I grumbled, my annoyance palpable.

"Don't you feel guilty that your destined mate could be out there suffering because you're here having fun with Madonna?" he questioned, his tone laced with a hint of over-the-top concern.

I feigned a contemplative expression, trying to appear open to suggestions. 

"Well, could you offer some advice? Should I actually take on dealing with those troublesome kids at the school? It wasn't exactly my original plan," I responded, attempting to maintain a reasonable tone.

Judith, as usual, advocated for my attendance, always advocating for me to make more public appearances. 

"Mr. Gregory, I really think it'd be beneficial for you to show up," he stated, his voice firm but respectful.

"This seems like a bit of a futile endeavor," I muttered to myself. 

But I knew I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. "Quite ironic, isn't it? Guess I'll have to confront them once more," I added, my voice tinged with resignation.

I rose to my feet and instructed Judith to prepare the car. 

"I could use some fresh air," I said, my voice a little steadier now. Then, with a firm tone, I added, "And make sure that Madonna doesn't step foot in here again, or there will be consequences."

Judith, not taking the hint, brought up the subject of the school visit again as we walked. I let out a frustrated grumble, my irritation growing. 

"Leave it alone. I don't want to discuss it," I retorted, my voice edged with annoyance.