On the way, my thoughts made me even more restless. Either because of Lee Donghwa who suddenly looked for me or the anxiety because I was worrying about Chunghee who kept avoiding me. I didn't know for sure, but I could feel quite clearly that these thoughts were really disturbing.

Thinking about this, I accidentally saw a very familiar person in front of a cafe. He sat alone with a glass of warm drink in front of him, bowing his head. By his appearance, I could tell that he had had some bad days.

Without thinking any longer, I immediately asked a person in the driver's seat to stop the car.

It was a sudden order so that the man was taken aback and slammed on the brakes. Because I didn't prepare myself in advance, my head hit the seat quite hard. Instantly I felt dizzy for a moment but slowly got better.

With concern, the man immediately looked back to confirm my condition, "Mr. Kim! Are you okay, sir? I'm really sorry. I was startled earlier, so I slammed on the brakes. I'm sorry, Mr. Kim."

However, before answering, the big man who was in my office earlier approached by tapping on the windshield. I immediately lowered the windshield and saw the big man bent slightly to know my condition. "Young master, are you okay? Is there a problem, sir?"

I opened the car door and got out quickly, tidied up my overcoat coat. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Then, I walked over to that person and immediately greeted him, who wasn't currently knowing of my presence at all.

"Hey, aren't you Cho Sunyeon, Lee's assistant?"

He lifted his head to look at someone who was greeting him without enthusiasm. He looked in a bad mood right now.

However, when I saw his face, there was something that made me startled and I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on with your face? Why is your face bruised like that? What happened?"

"..."

There's a long of waiting for an answer, so I asked him again, "Does Lee know your current condition?"

Judging by the wound, it seemed like it had lasted a day or two days ago.

"Come with me. I'll drive you to the hospital."

He lifted his head again until he showed a smile that completely couldn't cover his current sadness, and spoke in a weak, hoarse voice, "I'm fine, Mr. Kim. Thank you for asking. This bruise ... yesterday I fell in the toilet and my face hit the sink."

That excuse was childish and untrustworthy. But, I didn't give any comment other than to change the topic, "Then, why are you here by yourself? Where's Lee?"

He was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Ah, Mr. Kim, I have to go now. Nice to meet you today."

Finishing his words, he stood up and bowed respectfully, then left in a hurry. Of course, by acting like that, confirmed that he was covering up something.

However, I was someone who didn't care about other people's problems and didn't really think about them, except my business today.

I got back into the car after Sunyeon disappeared from my sight, and then immediately went to GIM Agency where Donghwa served as president of the company.

Arriving at that place, I entered the company building with a big man following me from behind, while the others waited outside.

GIM Agency was my father's company, which had quite a grand architectural style. It was built about eleven years ago and had undergone three renovations in the past seven years, and the last renovation was done four years ago.

But, the thing that surprised me at first was to find out that this company was now run by someone else, the one who was the only one that annoyed me right now — Lee Donghwa —starting around six years ago.

My father once said that he was no longer in charge of the GIM Agency when he visited me in France, but I never thought that that person and I would have such fierce competition for love.

Remembering his name, it already made my veined fists quite tight, as if it wanted to land on his face as soon as possible. I hated him as he was the bastard who made Chunghee suffer all this time.

In front of his room, I knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. I thought that he wasn't in his office at the moment and was about to ask the company manager about him. But, before turning around, a hoarse voice was heard from inside.

The big man who accompanied me opened the door and I immediately entered the room. While inside, I could see a man lying lazily on the sofa, and then waking up slowly after he saw me standing in front of him. He got up and shook my hand, showing a hostile smile.

His face looked so pathetic. But with eyes that showed a flash of hatred, it made him look like he was harboring an angry rage at me. He then spoke coldly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim ... Daehyun. Please, sit down."

I sat down and raised one leg above the other, while Donghwa sat in front of me with a smile but didn't reach his eyes. He pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to me. "Cigarette?"

I grabbed it with pleasure, but without a smile. While lighting a cigarette, I said, "I met Sunyeon when I was heading here. He looks really—"

"Ah, he ..." Donghwa spoke indifferently, "I've moved him. He no longer works in this agency."

I glanced at him secretly. Now I understand. That was the reason why Sunyeon seemed to lose the brightness of his face. But ... what about the bruises on his face? did they fight?

I thought silently and was convinced that something bad had happened between them. At first, I was about to ask about it, but since I didn't know how to do a pep talk, my lips asked something that was in my head, "Why are you looking for me, sir? Is there something important that you want to talk about with me?"

He smoked lazily and replied indifferently, "Yes, it's about Chunghee." He put the cigarette on the glass ashtray on the table and looked at me with the same cold eyes. "Besides, stop talking so formally. You disgust me."

Hearing those words, I chuckled, "How rude." I smoked a cigarette and stared at him sharply even more.

However, one thing that made me wonder was, why he asked me about Chunghee?

"Stop putting on a face that looks as if you don't know anything, Kim." Lee Donghwa continued, "I know you've been playing dumb all this time and stabbing me in the back."

"Huh? I came here personally because I was worried if there was something important and urgent that you have to convey. I also came in a kind and even polite manner, but why did you even insult me ​​like that?"

"Bullshit."

I grinned and put out the cigarette on my finger. "Can you get to the point? I don't want to waste my time here just listening to your nonsense. I have a lot of works to do today."

He stood up in an instant. The water on his face showed clear redness. Showing great anger in his sharp eyes, he shouted, "Where are you hiding Chunghee, you bastard?!"

Hearing that question, I became absent-minded for a moment and was immediately startled with my eyes widened open, without a word.

'Where are you hiding Chunghee?' Doesn't that mean he lose Chunghee?

I frowned tightly at him.

Not getting a response from me, Donghwa immediately approached me, then pulled my collar quite firmly. However, it didn't last long because the big man who was standing beside me immediately released his firm grip from my neck.

Awakening from this situation, a sly thought crossed my head. I smirked, then laughed to mock him. When I looked at his face which was filled with fiery red color, he showed a deadly sharp gaze. His anger seemed to have doubled.

"Where's Chunghee?!" He shouted again and was about to hit me, but was immediately detained by a big man with high alertness. It wouldn't be easy for Donghwa to vent his madness today as this big man would never allow him to touch me with his dirty hands.

His movements were immediately locked in the blink of an eye, and he was already in a position that couldn't move the slightest bit.

I scoffed, "You really want to hit me for snatching your lover? Seriously? A rude person like you doesn't deserve to be with him." Smiling mockingly, I approached him and whispered in his ear, "You know, I've screwed him. Now he's lying on my bed. Maybe he's tired of you, so he comes to me."

I knew quite clearly that this was a lie and would provoke him. However, this resentment couldn't cause me to think of anything better than to lie just for the sake of victory.