The sobbing grew louder and louder, Dara wanted to tell whoever that was crying to put a cork in it, but she realized the crying was coming from her. Tears, endless tears streaming down her face, and painful wails coming from …she couldn’t stop. Her brain was demanding her heart to stop crying, but her heart was in so much pain that it wouldn’t listen. Dara balled her body and wrapped her arms around her knees. She didn’t like feeling so weak, so hopeless…but she was so emotionally drained she couldn’t control her emotions anymore.

“You want to know how they met?” Mr. Park snarled at Mrs. Kwon. He pointed at Jiyong and said,

“Ask your son how they met!”

Mrs. Kwon raised an eyebrow at her son. Jiyong shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The moment his eyes met Dara’s he remembered everything…including the fact that she was a the night they met. Maybe they were at his house demanding payment because he broke her ity? If so, how much did they want? Jiyong groaned, hating himself for thinking that way.

He was at fault, she was obviously drunk that night but he…he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t know if it was because he was overly intoxicated or because he needed, wanted her. Maybe it was a combination of both, he was broken hearted, lonely and she…she was a warm willing body. She was so beautiful that night, her feverish untutored kisses, her eagerness, her sweet scent…he didn’t even pondered the possibility that she was a . By the time he realized she was…he had already…changed her.

He closed his eyes and massaged his forehead, he felt a headache sneaking its way up his head.

“We were introduced by mutual friends.” He said crisply without elaborating.

Mr. Park balled his fist and shook fiercely at Jiyong.

“You did more than that! Do you know why we’re here tonight?”

“No” Jiyong replied his forehead furrowed deep in thought, as if he was still trying to connect the puzzles.

“You ing knocked her up that’s why you snob!” Mr. Park shouted and kicked the chair from underneath him. He rushed toward Jiyong and lifted him up by the collar.

“That’s right pretty boy, you’ve made a big mistake…now what’re you gonna do about it?” Mr. Park taunted his eyes glowering.

Jiyong’s face paled and he turned to his parents. Director Kwon and Mrs. Kwon stood up from their chairs. Director Kwon grabbed hold of Mr. Park’s arm and said softly,

“Let go of my son.”

Mr. Park towered over the short, stubby director and dared the man to make him. Director Kwon cleared his throat and called,

“Guards” Within minutes, two tall well-muscled guards walked in the room. They stood next to Mr. Park and waited for the man to loosen his hold on the young master. Mr. Park let go of Jiyong but remained standing. He