"Welcome back, young master Lim."
A group of servants welcomed this prince back home at an old villa a little far outside the shining capital city.
He was in his late twenties, wearing a lazy, yet charming look on his exquisite face.
Followed in by dozens of bodyguards, this eccentric young master of the Lims was always heavily guarded.
"Is father home?" he asked one of the servants.
"Yes, sir, he is in his chambers. He has been awaiting your arrival." the servant informed the prince politely.
The young man sighed and tugged at his loose, white linen shirt as if he was suffocated.
His exaggerated actions made the young maids giggle and blush. But they were silenced with a look from his bodyguards.
With a somewhat grumpy expression, he made his way upstairs to his father's chambers.
"Father, you wished to see me?" he asked casually, walking into his father's rooms.
His father, the old master, was deeply engrossed in work, writing in his notebook.
