As Park Yul stepped into the elevator, the employees inside startled and instinctively pressed themselves against the walls. With not just one but two large scars on his face, it was no wonder he left a frightening impression on others.
âDamn it.â
As soon as the elevator reached his floor, the employees hurried out, almost as if fleeing, which made Park Yul curse inwardly. He hadnât always been so conscious of others' stares. After all, you couldnât survive as a gangster if you were concerned about things like that.
But everything had changed after he lost everything to Kwon Yi-hyuk and got these large scars on his face.
After barely surviving a brush with death, the image of Kwon Yi-hyuk standing over him, brandishing a knife, haunted him, making him wake up in a cold sweat even in the middle of the night.
âI should have just finished him off back then.â
The brown paper envelope in Park Yulâs hand crumpled under his tightening grip. When he arrived at the floor where Jung Se-jinâs office was located, the secretary who recognized him flinched.
âAre you here to see the Director?â
âDo you think Iâm here for a social call?â
The secretary lowered her eyes and hurriedly picked up the intercom. A moment later, she told him he could go in.
âHey.â@@novelbin@@
Director, Vice President Choi Seong-chan from Taesung is here to see you. I told him you wouldnât meet without an appointment, but he insisted...
Good thinking. Take this time to rest up. Yi-hyuk will be looked after by me and Secretary Yoo.