Yejun parked his car in a separate building from his house and got off. He then looked around started to contemplate what his dongsaeng had told him earlier. He rubbed his eyes and aggressively ran his hands upward to get a grip on his roots. He sighed as he placed his hand on his Porsche and looked at his other cars longingly.
And he wondered, 'When was the last time he took them out for a ride or die drive?' and also, 'since when did he look forward to going home so bad?'
He then walked past the luxurious multi-million vehicles and locked the building before entering his home. He walked past his men and noticed that they had a playful smirk on their faces but it wasn't taunting or menacing… rather it was some sort of amusement.
They all chuckled and bowed before Yejun could speak. The poor mafia boss was lost for words and was left puzzled. He was sort of relieved when he saw Iren so his feet quickly carried him to her.
"Irene, what the fuck is going on?"
