Not Bad

“You… what are you really? Why are you walking around smelling like blood?”

The man wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, pulling even closer, as if trying to confirm the blood smell he had sensed earlier.

“I may not know much, but I’m insanely good at smelling blood. Maybe it’s because I’m a damn dog.”

He only wanted to be sure.

“Daina, do you know what’s buried under the Dangsan tree in your village?”

That was her grandfather’s last words. He wanted to know what kind of person owned that place.

But maybe the beginning with this man had gone wrong from the very start.

He was the heir of the massive Sihyang Group, a man even the National Intelligence Service kept a close eye on. A powerful figure who had declared himself dead and completely erased his identity—Kwon Heejae.

Without a doubt, truly…

“What if I really came here to kill you? Why do you keep saying such nonsense?”

At her mocking words, he slowly l**ked his dry lips and looked at her with eyes full of disdain.

“Fine. Go ahead. Do whatever you want, niece. As much as you like.”