"This time it's certain, right?"

—Trust me on it. I've taken particular care over the preparations.

"Trusting you can wait until I've seen the result~ between us~"

—This time it is certain!

Click. Tsssss.

A villa in Yangpyeong, owned by the Haryun Group.

Ha Donggeon, striking a Dupont lighter and putting the flame to a cigarette.

Since his wife Song Jinhui had humiliated him properly, even women had stopped interesting him.

He had called the girl back in and slapped her across the face for the act she had put on. The handprint stood out clearly on that pale face.

He had laid hands on the face of an idol at the height of her run, and her agency could not show him so much as a flicker of complaint.

The press carried a report that she had been hurt in rehearsal.

After that the girl went to ground.

Even so, the anger did not go out of him. He was taking a break to clear his head when word of his nephew came through his wife again.

It was news to make a man's blood run cold. He owned an Atlas Express black card. The rumor had gone out, one wave making ten thousand.

And was that all? Word of the Jeju society trip, where Cheonghwa's Management Studies Society brought its members and its graduates together, took the top off his head as well.

On top of that came the children's testimony that they had seen the card itself, there, in front of them. All hell broke loose among the parents of the children who had been there.

The news traveled from here to there and from there to here as though a thousand-li horse were carrying it.

Naturally the news made its way to his wife Song Jinhui. Naturally Ha Donggeon was handsomely put in his place again.

A pushover who doesn't even have the black card his young nephew has!

He had stormed out of the house in a fit of temper on the spot and come to the villa.

He had only just settled down when…