"Let's go.

Take me back to my apartment. My father will give me another one of his lectures about drinking!"

She suddenly chuckled, "I'd rather he think I'm out causing a ruckus!"

The assistant hesitated momentarily, and then spoke in a hushed tone.

"You could easily find a suitable young man to share your burdens, especially considering that prenuptial agreements these days can mitigate potential trouble."

Alexis laughed.

"Marriage itself is a handful."

In just a few words, they arrived at the car.

The driver courteously held the door open for Alexis, who bid farewell to her assistant before slumping into the seat.

Ross, an elderly family servant, couldn't help but engage in chatter.

With her eyes closed, Alexis playfully whined, “Oh, I didn't intend to get so drunk. Please don't snitch on me to Dad!"

Ross found himself exasperated by her antics.

The car began to glide away, but from the shadows behind, a figure gradually emerged.

Leonel.

He observed the black car fading into the distance, his thoughts a silent whirlwind. He pondered whether Alexis felt a sense of injustice every time she had to drink with those business partners, whether she wept afterward or harbored resentment towards him.

All the while, he savored his freedom abroad.

Meanwhile, Alexis carried an immense burden, something she never discussed with him.

She perpetually appeared to be frolicking with life, never affording anything a sense of gravity.

But who was she truly when alone?

Alexis returned to her apartment.