This was a nightmare. Everyone cowered in fright, standing in a perfect line in front of the chaos. One wrong move and a gun would be pointed at their head—no—much worse, they would be eaten alive by their menacing master. Everyone was perfectly still, head ducked and hands beside their body, but still, their heart was drumming in terror.

"My decision is final. You are not allowed to go on that vacation with your friends. It's very dangerous—"

"I'm an adult for sake! I can go anywhere I want without your permission!"

The middle-aged man, eyes solemn but everyone knew he could snap anytime, let out a long exaggerated sigh before he put out his cigarette and leaned back on his throne, shutting his eyes for a sudden headache slowly arose from the back of his neck. Talking to his dear first son would always end up in a draining argument with both of them refusing to submit. He was the eldest out of his three offsprings but strangely, he was the most difficult not only for him but almost anyone in the mansion.

"No adult will cut off his father's explanation with such a ridiculous statement, Heechul-ah."

Heechul, Kim Heechul—even from hearing the name sent shiver run down everyone's spine. The name itself could kill somebody in a blink of an eye. He was the heir of the legacy his parents had along with his two siblings, Kim Jongwoon and Kim Ryeowook. His father, who was their highest master, owned the biggest department store chain in South Korea, making him being the most influential businessman in the country. His mother was a successful culinary director who ran a restaurant chain with tens of branches both in and outside of Korea before she passed away when Ryeowook was born, leaving Heechul's father with no choice but to continue both businesses. But being the oldest of all three heirs, Heechul was known for his distinct quirks, immaturity, and most noticeably, his temper. And his easiest victim would be—

"All of you!! Who the ratted out my plan to my father?"

—the servants.

Anyone would pee themselves if they ever dared to see how Heechul glared at them, boring his annoyance to their poor soul. Their young master never cared whether they were innocent or not. Whoever irked him, he would never hesitate to get rid of. If the photos of his victims were framed and put on the wall, the entire room might be full. It was just yesterday a servant was fired just because he forgot to bring his coat. They were treated like robots. Although many hated him and vice versa, they could do nothing about it. After all, Heechul was the one who had all the wealth and authority, not them. If he wanted, he could just tell everyone to off and throw money at them. Well, except for, the guardian. 

Park Jungsoo or people would often call Leeteuk bravely stepped forward albeit the line of servants trembling, nervous that Heechul might pick on them today. Leeteuk was the first son of their master's late devoted bodyguard. Leeteuk's father died from his illness while still serving Master Kim. And by proxy, Leeteuk was the one who should replace his father's job until the employer found a new, more suitable candidate. But he could not