"He knelt? Go Jaeyong of Dongmyeong?"

"Yes, Chairman."

"Heo heo heo heo heo."

A strange laugh escaped Ha Cheolgon, chairman of the Haryun Group.

This was a grandson whose very existence he had forgotten.

And that boy had appeared out of nowhere and was shaking Korea's business world.

Only three months ago, he had suddenly made his existence known.

Ha Cheolgon was watching changes he could hardly believe had happened in the last three months.

The H.R Group!

He had set up a group with a name that looked like an imitation of Haryun, and swallowed up an assortment of companies.

And now, of all things, he had even taken DMC, the core future affiliate of the Dongmyeong Group, fourteenth in the business rankings.

Ha Cheolgon had been through countless mergers and acquisitions in his life. But he had never seen it done like this.

He had used a fight the other side started as his opportunity and brought them to their knees with overwhelming money.

Rather than bring down the whole group, he had cut off exactly what he wanted, clean.

Bold and cold-blooded!

He was unstoppable to the point of recklessness, and yet he had secured the result without leaving a single gap.

No wonder a smile hung at Ha Cheolgon's mouth.

It was what he had long hoped to see in the children he had raised.

Decisiveness and nerve, and the boldness to go to war if need be!

But not one of them had ever lived up to his hopes.

The irony wasn't lost on him. He had seen it in a grandson he had not only disowned but forgotten existed.

"As you instructed, Chairman, we've blocked the moves from the government side."

Ha Cheolgon's eyes settled, calm and still, at the report from his chief of secretariat.

He hadn't just sat on his hands and watched this war either. But he hadn't stepped into it directly.

He hadn't provided money, and he hadn't leaned on the stock market. It was his grandson's war, and he hadn't laid a finger on it.

Ha Cheolgon had done…