A street mechanic discovered to be a billionaire heiress, Riley clashes with high society and its rules. Kane, a powerful germophobe, ends his engagement to her sister and finds himself drawn to Riley's raw genius. Can their unlikely love survive the elite world that rejects her?
This is high society, not a slum. Learn some decency. Who are you? What's wrong with mechanics? The grease on my hands makes clean cash. Miss Riley, you must be tired from the trip. Allow me to handle your luggage. Come on, lift!
Take it to my room. Move faster next time. Don't throw your back out, old man. All brute strength and no class. Just what I expected from a mechanic girl who doesn't belong here. Riley, life here is different.
Starting tomorrow, New York's toughest etiquette coach trains you in everything. Posture to French society. You'll be crying back to Queen. High society demands elite refinement, sister.
Like Grandpa's 200k watch, even Swiss masters couldn't fix it. Brute force can't reach this level. Remember, little one, just two tiny turns on the spring. True mechanical art lives in the smallest millimeters.
I played with these antique toys at four with Grandpa, and they're trying to lecture me on precision? The master was booking a flight to Jemurva, and she revived it with a screwdriver while eating an apple.
God, it's ticking. Swiss masters gave up on this heirloom and you fixed it with two casual pokes. Impossible. How does a greasy mechanic know high-end Swiss chronology? Balance Spring was just damp and flipped.