"H-Hyeon-ju! What happened? Look at the state of you!! What the hell were you bastards doing???"

"Waaaaaaah! Mom!!!"

"Why does my Hyeon-ju look like this? Who hit you?"

Jeong Hyeon-ju had come back to the family home with her bodyguards.

Her mother, Jo In-hwa, happened to be home, and the sight of her daughter sent her into a fit.

The handprint glowing on her pampered daughter's cheek made her see red.

"You got hit! Who was it! What son of a bitch did this!!! And what were you people doing??"

There wasn't a trace of a chaebol wife's dignity left in her.

A stream of filthy curses poured straight out of her mouth.

Jo In-hwa's carefully polished pretensions and her rotten temper had both passed straight down to Jeong Hyeon-ju.

Unlike their father, the children all took after their mother, Jo In-hwa, to a T.

"Team Leader Yang! Talk. How exactly were you guarding her that you let my Hyeon-ju end up like this!"

Clutching Jeong Hyeon-ju to her, Jo In-hwa went off like a lit match and turned the whole house upside down.

She shrieked loud enough to rattle the walls.

Jo In-hwa's temper was so foul she started the day cursing and ended it cursing.

Rail-thin, she was a human thorn.

From the butler down to the housekeepers, everyone in the house crawled in fear of her.

Summoning Hanguk Airlines executives to nitpick and torment them was routine.

When that didn't cool her down, she'd grab whatever vase was on the table and throw it—that was how short her fuse was.

To the outside world she was a respected public figure who ran a scholarship foundation, but that was all for show.

Anyone who fell out of Jo In-hwa's favor got chewed to pieces until they could never show their face again.

At the sight of her daughter's big fat tears, her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.

The bodyguards, who'd failed at their one job, flinched hard at the venom pouring off her.

They'd seen this mother-daughter freak show more than once or twice, which…