He was prideful, vile, and couldn't get along with anyone around him.

And on top of all that, he was lecherous in the worst way possible for a kid his age.

Having access to the internet at such a young age, he would often find himself wandering into the no-no side of the web, clicking links he shouldn't have been clicking.

By the age of fourteen, he would lust over any attractive woman he set his sights on. But even then, his mind wasn't mature, just young and hormonal and confused.

His naive mind couldn't comprehend the full allure and charm of a woman's body yet.

Even in the videos he'd watched, he only picked out ones with beautiful women in the thumbnail, their faces the main draw.

Their body didn't matter as much as long as their facial features were charming and they were female.

Still, they were mostly women with good figures anyway.

He'd always wanted to try out what he saw in those videos, but that wouldn't be happening any time soon.

He had no friends, and the maids were the only women he'd interacted with, except for his mother.

And they were all so mature and professional. Plus, they weren't particularly good-looking since the job recruitment for being a maid didn't include having a pretty face as a requirement.

During the weekdays when he was off from school, he would often follow his father to their company building to spend the day wandering around.

Although it was a business company, the building was large enough to entertain a young boy for a whole day if he got creative.

There were empty meeting halls where he could play games on massive screens, and attractive women in business attire going in and out of the building, which added much to his entertainment.

And to top it all off, the cafeteria would serve him anything he asked for, no questions asked.

Since his mother wasn't there to control his diet, he didn't eat healthy—not even close.

The chefs had no choice but to comply with his requests. They all knew his identity as the chairman's son, and crossing him wasn't worth their jobs.

Even if the order wasn't on their menu, they had to send people out to get the ingredients and make it happen, no matter how ridiculous the request.

Alas, after just a month or two, even this routine of doing whatever he wanted in the company building was starting to bore Philip to tears.

He would occasionally shout at the employees over nothing and throw tantrums even at minor inconveniences... such as his food taking too long to be served or someone not greeting him properly.

Causing a scene at least once was his daily routine, like clockwork.

On one fateful day, Philip was riding the elevator without any real destination in mind, just pressing buttons to kill time.

A man who seemed to be in his forties boarded the lift on one of the lower floors.

Along with him followed a young boy who seemed to be around Philip's age, maybe a year or two older.

But the difference between them was like day and night, like comparing a slob to a model.

The young boy wore a simple round-neck shirt with fair skin and luscious brown hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial.

He was also significantly taller and had a more fit, athletic physique compared to Philip, who was short and stubby.

And Philip wasn't fat in a cute manner with puffed cheeks and red dimples either. It was a clear sign of his terrible eating habits—just unhealthy weight sitting awkwardly on his frame.

Philip had acne scattered across his cheeks and forehead despite being in his youth, red and angry-looking.

With greasy lips and hair, indicating his poor hygiene habits that nobody had bothered to correct.

There were few to no good points to mention about his appearance back then.

But what had captivated Philip the most wasn't the young boy at all.

It was the girl who followed right after him into the elevator.

She wore a white dress and a pair of shoes that perfectly matched her snow-like fair skin, everything coordinated like she'd walked out of a fashion magazine.

She was a bit smaller than the boy but still taller than Philip by a good few inches.

She'd let her hair down, and it gleamed in a deep black color that caught the elevator's fluorescent lights, cascading over her shoulders like silk.

Her face was well-proportioned, to say the least—actually, it was stunning.

Her fair skin and pink lips, followed by her tiny, cute button nose, were a sight to behold for Philip, who had never met such a beautiful girl who was around his age before.

"Little boy, are you lost by any chance?" the man asked after both his children had entered, looking down at Philip with genuine concern.

Philip snapped out of his daze and looked up at him, blinking rapidly.

His first instinct was to shout at the man for treating him like a child when he was already fourteen years old—practically an adult in his mind.

But he hesitated when he noticed the girl's eyes flickering over to him, watching the interaction with curiosity.

"No, I'm not," Philip just answered curtly, his voice smaller than he'd intended.

Philip shuffled to stand in the corner as the lift hummed and began moving upward.

The man stood confidently in front while his children positioned themselves behind him. The girl stood on one end while the boy stood in the middle between them, creating a neat little triangle formation.

Philip would steal glances every now and then at the girl, his eyes darting over and then quickly away, making absolutely sure she didn't notice him staring.

He found himself flustered in a way he'd never experienced before and didn't want her to find out and think he was weird.

But to no avail—the boy standing in the middle had caught every single one of his stolen glances and all his reactions, his eyes sharp and observant. But he chose to remain silent, just watching with an unreadable expression.

The lift finally stopped with a soft ding at the top floor, where only Philip's father's executive office resided in isolated luxury.

Seeing how the security guard didn't question Philip or stop him even after going up to the restricted top floor, the man quickly dismissed his earlier idea of Philip being a lost child.

"Okay, kids, I'll go to the office alone. Wait for me here, and remember to behave," the man said to the two kids before walking off toward the reception desk, his shoes clicking against the polished floor.