"His right arm is useless. The doctor said the tendon is entirely severed; it's a permanent disability. So, he's using his brain and his wealth to hunt us instead."
"As for Zen's business empire... It's thriving. Thriving far beyond expectations."
Ren let out a dark, mocking sneer.
"The bastard capitalized on the exact moment we were running for our lives. He bought out shares until he became the majority shareholder. On top of that, he dug up the funds I had been embezzling from the company and exposed every transaction."
Ren clenched his fists, his jaw grinding tight.
"Those were funds I had to siphon in secret to build my own power base and emergency reserves as the illegitimate son. Zen took that truth and blew it out of proportion, pinning all the blame on me and framing it as massive corporate sabotage."
"And then he dragged you, my personal secretary, right into the crossfire, branded you as my accomplice."
Ren met Yurin's eyes, his gaze simmering with something lethal.
