Growing up, Andrew Hardy lived in a dysfunctional household. After giving birth to Andrew, his mother felt her role as his wife had been fulfilled. She had married his father for his money. Having witnessed his father’s anguish, Andrew realized that he genuinely loved a woman who did not give a damn about him and was just interested in wealth and prestige. Andrew was adamant that he would never wed a shallow person. His life was going to be drastically altered.
When Andrew returned home, his only connections to the town were his father and grandmother because he had attended university in England and completed his post-graduate studies in Australia. His mother, on the other hand, had long since remarried, split from her father, and never made touch with her son. As a result, Andrew was a newcomer to the area and was happy that no one knew he was the sole heir to Hardy Industries and the son of Danton Hardy.
Andrew called his father “Dad.” “I had a thought…What if I begin employment with the company?” Danton was overjoyed. “I would scream for that!” “As vice-president of marketing, you can begin.” Andrew, though, was shaking his head. “No,” he exclaimed. “I want to be the boss’s kid, but I also want to start at the bottom and work my way up. Take me on as a marketing department intern.”
Danton scowled. “Are you certain? It is not worth the money!” Andrew smiled. That is alright! I mean, I can still live at home, right? Naturally, he could, Danton remarked with a giggle. Andrew went out and bought a modest used automobile and clothes that would fit the pay of an intern. He began working for his father’s business, which he cherished. Many of his coworkers became friends with him, but he forged close bonds with Cynthia, a kind intern who swiftly rose to the position of closest friend.
Then, one day, while jogging, Andrew passed a Starbucks. A girl was emerging; she ran straight into Andrew without looking at him. Her coffee blew up in the air and sprayed Andrew, as was inevitable. “Oh my God,” exclaimed the girl. “I truly apologize!” Andrew said, “That is OK,” and then his jaw dropped. He had never seen a female as lovely as she was. The girl had a troubled expression. Are you okay, she inquired. “You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen, please have coffee with me?” Andrew asked as he continued to stare. The girl called Linda burst out laughing. After they had coffee, she and Andrew began dating.
Andrew was completely enamored with Linda and was certain that she was the one. When he mentioned this to his grandmother, she scowled. “A beautiful look does not imply a decent heart, sweetheart.” “Gran,” retorted Andrew. “Linda does not know who I am; she thinks I am an intern at Hardy Industries!” The grandmother whispered, “Andrew.” “You, too, have no idea who she is!”