"Go Mihui!! You bitch…… I'll tear you apart!"

Ju Miju, back at the house.

She opened the cabinet, took out a thirty-year whisky and drank it down straight from the bottle.

Rage that will not settle even so.

"What are you! What are yoooooooou!!"

Whish!

With all her strength she flung the whisky she had been gripping.

CRAAASH.

The whisky bottle, striking the thick window and smashing, its fragments spilling across the floor.

Whisky poured and splashed in every direction, and a harsh reek of liquor spread through the house.

In an instant the house was a wreck.

The living room her son had torn up yesterday, the servants had cleaned spotless while she was out.

But before new furniture could even fill it, Ju Miju broke what was left.

The servants held their breath, each in their own space.

Ju Miju's house, where lasting a month is no easy thing.

"Ha Tae-ung……. I'll clear you away first."

Ju Miju's eyes, steeped in venom, like snakes and scorpions just escaped out of hell.

The Cheonghwa High School parents' association president's seat, her last thing to boast of and her calling card, had been taken from her.

The cause of all of it is Ha Tae-ung!

Shff.

Ju Miju, taking out her smartphone.

With a shaking hand she found the number and pressed it.

Brrrrrr.

The connecting tone, ringing long.

—Oh! Look who this is.

It is a middle-aged man's voice, somewhat light.

"Oppa~ have you been well?"

—Me? I've been well. And Miju?

Two people who know each other well.

They are a man and a woman who once took to each other at a gathering of the chaebol houses' children.

They did not bind each other with the one night they spent then.

"I've had something upsetting lately."

—Why? Have you lost your temper again?

"Oppa!"

—Haha. Sorry. That bounce is Miju's charm.

The other party knew Ju Miju's character well.

"Are you busy today?"

—You want to meet?

"Buy me a drink."

—All right. If Miju calls, a drink has to be bought.

"It's important for you too,…