“You what?”

She huffed as she crossed her arms, but her boyfriend roughly grabbed her shoulder and forced her around.

“Who did you say you were with?”

“I don’t need to say.” She uttered, and his eyes narrowed darkly.

“Tell me,” he demanded harshly.

She was reluctant to, but said the first name that’s crossed her mind.

“Ren.”

“And who the hell is he?”

She cleared , “He’s a model.”

“A model? You’ve been fooling around with some damn model?!” He yelled, she snapped into the couch as he let go of her hand and bolted out their room in a clear rage.

He’s soon accompanied by three other men, and the entourage clear out of the underground door towards the streets of Seoul, making their way to their cars.

Across the street, a pair dressed in black suits observe the scene from a distance.

“I wonder what’s gotten Minhyun so riled up,” Aron murmured, glancing at his companion who looked disinterested.

“Since the son isn’t around, let’s greet his father first.” Baekho commented, “At least this time around we won’t be so needlessly interrupted.”

The pair walk towards the building, “You’re not even curious?” Aron asked.

Baekho gave a miffed look, “As long as he’s out of the way, I don’t care what he does. It has nothing to do with me.”