*The CEO saves Assepoester, who is sometimes vulnerable, sometimes strong—who’s the real Assepoester?*

*Blame your mother for this. Selling yourself to an idiot for 88,000. Please, let me go. It’d be wasteful. Let’s just have fun. Come on, come on—help me! Help! Help! I’m coming! Help me! Come back! Try to climb! Where will you go? Maybe run now? No. Who are you? *Go away!* Are you okay? Sir, are you okay? You’re brave for a lady. Not your first time, right? You planned this. What? Mom, leave! Leave, Mom—if I hadn’t rescued you from the hospital as a baby, you’d be dead in a ditch. Mom, don’t sell me, even if I’m not your biological daughter. Do these years together mean nothing? You’re just an unwanted orphan. Take her. Mom, Mom, wake up! Mom, Mom—you’re awake. The wound on your forehead is fine. Keep it dry for a couple days. I always called you an unwanted orphan.*