Not Bad

"What are you? Why do you keep reeking of blood like this?"

As if to confirm the blood scent he had just caught, the man pressed even closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I don’t know about anything else, but I’ve got a real nose for the smell of blood. Maybe it’s because I’m a bastard."

She had only wanted to find out.

‘Dain-ah. Do you know what’s buried under the zelkova tree at your grandfather’s place?’

What kind of person owns the place where her grandfather left his last words.

But her beginning with this man may have been off from the very start.

Kwon Heejae, heir to the huge Shihyang Group and a man watched closely even by the National Intelligence Service.

A big shot who even went so far as to have himself declared dead and wash his identity clean.

Without a doubt, he really...

"What if I came here to kill you? Why do you keep talking nonsense?"

With her feigned cruelty, he licked his dry lips and said to her with an amused look,

"Fine. Go ahead. Just as our young lady wants. As much as you like."