Luhan can’t even say any words after his dad asked him to live with Yeonhyo in the same apartment. They’re hating each other; and both of them are rude. Not compatible at all.  The plan ends with Luhan drop Yeonhyo to Minyoung’s apartment while Minyoung is driving Yeonhyo’s car since she went to the Han’s apartment with Kangshik by Kangshik’s car.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you later.”

Yeonhyo didn’t say any words and got out of the car. “Thanks,” then she closed the car’s door and went inside the apartment and took the elevator to the 31st floor. She went out from the elevator and stopped in room 2107—and she knocked the door. Minyoung opened the door and smirked.

“I bet you’re unhappy because you can’t do it on his bed.”

“Holy crap you satan,” she went inside Minyoung’s apartment. “Keep that after the marriage,” Yeonhyo sat on Minyoung’s couch. “He’s a hyper.”

“Hyper? Lord.”

--

“Yeonhyo noona? I thought that you won’t come,” said Junmyeon when Yeonhyo arrives in his mansion. “So I guess I’ll open a present that someone gave to me,” he smirked. “Sent through the airmail, but the sender didn’t write his data. So I wondered that you can open it for—”

“Sure, for your safety,” Yeonhyo said in a cold voice. She won’t do things that can make her called as a brat by the son of president. She took the box and wondered what’s inside.

If this box contains a chopped body, or a beheaded head again, praise my thoughts, Lord. Amen. She promised—then took her cutter from her bag—then started opening the seals of the box. , lots of seals and papers wrapped this box. What a cursed package.

She pulled the upper cover of the box then stood near it—looking at it, with shocked expression.

“Lucifer’s brat,” she mumbled—then closed the package’s cover.

Junmyeon stood beside her with shocked face—can’t believe what’s inside the box. He knew that the one inside the box is Yum Gangrak—the one who was used to be his dad’s bodyguard. He took his phone and called his mother who’s staying in Japan because of her work.

It takes ten minutes for the police to come. They brought the box away and Yeonhyo received a mail sent trough her phone. Another binary code sent from the same untracked email.

01101001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01100011 01101100 01101111 01110011 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101101 01100001 01101110 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 00101110 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110100 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110111 01100001 01110010 01100101 00101110 00101110 00101110

“Sick,” she mumbled then took her mac out from her bag. “Junmyeon can you pass me my phone please? It was on the desk, the champagne gold one—that’s mine.”

Junmyeon gave Yeonhyo her phone—then sat beside her. “What happened, noona? Seems like so serious. It wasn’t dangerous, right? So I don’t need you for sure.”

Yeonhyo ignored him; she knew that Junmyeon hated her since she managed him too much. She sent the binary code to her mac then translated it. It took about five minutes then it was translated.

“Look, Junmyeon. Seems like you got to protect youself. Someone is trying to kick your father from his position by killing your guards one by one. If you don’t want me, it’s okay. Your guards are focusing your dad not you. So I bet you don’t need me at all and please do your own self defense.”

“Okay, I need you.”

“I will tell you my additional rules during this situation. First, no bothering me. Second, no escaping. Three, don’t be so curious with what’s happening. Fourth, do your study well. Fifth, no parties, no sleeping late at night.”

“Who are you? You’re just a peasant running around and messed up with my life. I don’t need your protection, Yeonhyo,” he stood up.

“Peasant what?” she laughed. “Well, would you still call me a peasant if I will inherit my father’s $80.000.000.000 company?”

--

“Names Yum Gangrak, forty years old, the guard of the president. The binary code means ‘i’m closer to the mansion. Better you beware...’ and I think this is just a joke but why kind of ty jokes.”

“It contains his lungs and his head inside the box. I found so many CO² inside his lungs—the same person did this, Yeonhyo. You have to protect him!”

“He said he don’t need me,” Yeonhyo replied. “He paid lots of money for me and he said he don’t need me? Such a waste of money, then. I told him five new rules include no escaping alone because it will be dangerous going somewhere alone. My phone vibrates—wait a second. Private Number?” She picked up the call.

“You’re close, Yeonhyo. You are some steps away to know me more...”

“Who ar—”

Call ended.