"Dad! Are you really going to leave him like that? Some wet-behind-the-ears little bastard is going to come barging in like an occupying army, and you're just going to sit there? What are you going to do about your son-in-law?!"

Chairman Go Jaeyong's office at the Dongmyeong Group.

The emperor who had lost the war had visibly aged in just a few days.

He had watched DMC, the core future affiliate, taken from under his nose.

On top of that, the three trillion won he owed Kang Pilseong was still there in full.

He had also handed over the one-trillion-won business site he'd put up as collateral to put out the fire.

Years might have passed, but the private-lending king was still the private-lending king.

Kang Pilseong had knocked the one-trillion-won land down to seven hundred billion, and notified him that the rest of the debt was to be paid in Dongmyeong affiliate shares.

The one mercy was that the Dongmyeong affiliates kept hitting limit-up day after day.

But the murderously high interest was swelling by the day.

Only by picking out affiliate stakes and handing them to Kang Pilseong within a few days could he breathe.

And in a situation like that, instead of coming to her senses, his daughter Go Gyeongran had come screaming at him about her husband…….

"Heurr……."

Watching Go Gyeongran carry on, Go Jaeyong let out a deep sigh.

It was beyond pathetic.

The child who had brought him, the head of the Dongmyeong Group, to his knees was only twenty.

That young boy had moved unimaginable foreign money and fought a war against Dongmyeong, fourteenth in Korea's business rankings.

His daughter Go Gyeongran was past thirty. With the group in this state, she was hounding her father, Go Jaeyong, just to keep her husband's job.

Tap.

Without a word, Go Jaeyong took a thick document envelope out of his desk drawer and tossed it in front of his daughter.

"Wh-what's this?"

"Open it."

Go Jaeyong's voice had gone cold and low.

"See for yourself."

Unease flickered across Go Gyeongran's face. She had come after…