The assault flashed in front of Ashma's eyes. She remembered that Won-Shik hit her on her head. She was furious with him. He came to take revenge with her that too after so many months and he chose to be violent. She looked around, a few men were standing in front of her and the place was unknown.
"Holy shit! He hit me on my head." She touched her head. "Ow… my head. Wait! Where am I?"
"In his penthouse," replied Young-Jae.
"And you came here, why?" slowly the jacket was slipping from her shoulder.
"To save you," replied Young-Jae, casually.
"Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha," she started laughing maniacally. The jacket was now off her body. Her lacy bra was visible to everyone. All the men lowered their eyes except Won-Shik. His eyes burned with lust.
"What?" shouted the tall man who was dressed in a dapper suit. She knew that man but could not put a finger on when she saw him or if she ever saw him.
"He wanted to save me," laughed Ashma.
