She’s a brat. What a word to introduce her, but that's what definitely defines her when you ask, 'Who is Sandara Park'. She is a brat girl with short auburn locks and matching brown orbs, overconfident composure, walk with I-get-what-I-want state, and definitely a loud-mouthed girl.

That's how she was eight years ago, a selfish-brat. But when she got what she really wanted for her whole life, she changed, much to the people around her’s astonishment.

"Ya, is that the girl who will heir the Park Inc.?"

"Probably…"

"But she's a female. A brat one too. There is no way she will inherit that huge company!"

"Unfortunately, yes. The Park couple never had a son."

"What a wasted little child."

RIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!

Sandara woke up from the loud noise, she's still in haze while staring at the loud alarm clock. 'It says nine o'clock in the morning.' she yawned after. "I still want to sleep..." she mumbled, still half-awake. She switched the pillow, and went back to slumber.

That is, until a butler barged in, waking her up with all due respect.

"Young lady, it's time to rise up." The polite old man said, not even attempting to touch her shoulder.

"Let me... sleep more," she pleaded tiredly, covering her face with a pillow. Just give her one more minute, she will wake up soon.

The old man sighed. If it is an ordinary day, he would just do what the mistress would ask. But this day is not. He knew that the young lady is anticipating this day as well.

"You need to wake up now, Miss. You'll need to prepare for young master's comeback."

With that reminder, Sandara finally awoken. She sat up straight on the bed, and stared at the clock. It says 09:30 am, and the plane will arrive in less than 30 minutes.

"Waaaahhhhh!" she screamed in horror, as she hurriedly ran towards her bathroom, completely ignoring the sighing butler. She needed to hurry up or she'll be really late.

The butler followed Sandara’s direction with his eyes, and then a kind smile showed on the old man's face as he walked towards the windows and opened the curtains. What a day to start with.

"What are your thoughts, Jiyong?"

The young raven-haired teenaged boy flinched at the sudden question thrown at him. He was looking around the airport's waiting area, as if searching for someone, but then looking disappointed after. Then he glanced back at the man beside him.

"Nothing, Sir." He politely replied.

The guy puffed his cigarette before showing a small smile. "Still a man of few words, huh?"

Jiyong just merely paid his attention on the dark-haired man beside him. He noticed some older women glancing at their direction, too, giving flirtatious smiles, probably towards his master.