Clawed Till Hands Cramped Up

Synopsis

As the elite heiress of the capital's upper circle, the men eager to enter into an arranged marriage with me lined up endlessly. I chose Shawn Moulton back then for only one reason. He was the cleanest and most untainted among all candidates after a full background check. That was why I did not fly into a rage on the spot when I saw him dotingly winning stuffed toys for his female assistant. Instead, I rented out the entire shopping mall, stacked dozens of claw machines together, and set their difficulty level to maximum hell mode. I said, "Catch three thousand stuffed toys for me. Not one less." The stuffed toys were nearly impossible to grab. It took hundreds of tries to succeed once. By the end of that night, Shawn's hands were so cramped from constant claw-machine operation that he could not even hold a fork.