Gi-myeong Lee raised his voice at Chung-do Lee, who stood watching him.

"If I don't know your wrongdoing, who would?"

"You? Where do you get off being so insolent to your elder brother—"

"Didn't you hear what the Chairman said? We have no connection at all — why would you be my brother?"

Chung-do Lee, about to fly into a rage, turned to look at a secretariat staff member who had shifted slightly.

It occurred to him that if he lost his temper any further here, the staff member might intervene.

"Fine. Things have gone this far — there's no point arguing over it. But I haven't done anything wrong."

Chung-do Lee squared his chest and looked Gi-myeong Lee straight in the eye.

"Can you prove I did anything wrong?"

There was a reason Chung-do Lee could come at him this forcefully.

Like the other presidents, no footage of him would exist, and the only one who could prove anything was Gi-myeong Lee's own son.

Chung-do Lee was certain that Gi-myeong Lee would never sacrifice his own son just to prove Chung-do Lee's wrongdoing, and it was that certainty that let him come across so confident.

Chung-do Lee twisted up the corner of his mouth and spoke to Tak-hyeon Lee.

"Chairman. All of this happened because you put your son-in-law in the overall president's chair. So you'll have to take responsibility for it too."

"Before the Chairman takes any responsibility, you'll be the one taking it first."

Chung-do Lee's gaze swung back to Gi-myeong Lee.

Gi-myeong Lee opened his lower lip, faintly tinged with blood, and spoke to him.

"Our Jeong-u came back to Korea today."

"What? Researcher Jeong-u Lee came back?"

"The moment he landed, he went straight to the National Intelligence Service."

"What does Researcher Jeong-u Lee going to the National Intelligence Service have to do with me?"

Chung-do Lee could not hide his shock at the news that Gi-myeong Lee's son, Jeong-u Lee, had come back to Korea.

But even with shock written on his face, his words and manner insisted to the end that he knew…