Junhyung was nervous about the upcoming events. The President had summoned him to the mansion on an urgent basis. He had just arrived at the study where the old man was sitting behind a desk, quietly observing him.ย
The man's burnt face was disgusting to look at. Chunks of skin fell over his eyes, making Junhyun doubt whether the man could even see anything. There were only a few strands of hair left on his head and his lips were completely black.ย
Song Sia's wrath transcended the limits of vengeance; it was madness. She had seen to it that he would never be able to show his face to anyone. The man never had an identity but she took away his entire existence.
"You have called for me, sir," Junhyung said with a bow, trying not to wince at the old man's horrible face. His burns smelt like rotten pus even from afar but if Junhyung even slightly scrunched his nose in disgust, the man would kill him on the spot. And Junhyung happened to love his life a lot.
