Childhood Friend of the Zenith

While the conversation dragged on endlessly, I eventually had to leave the room with a thoroughly disgruntled expression.

Naturally so.

I had been called in for something important, yet the discussion had been cut off midway—it felt like someone interrupted me right in the middle of taking a dump.

“What the hell was that?”

So what was the conclusion supposed to be?

Why did that old man, the founding head, summon me? And why, of all things, did he bring up questions about the Gu family?

What could possibly have been his reason?

I was dying of curiosity, but now there was no way for me to find out.

‘...Hmm.’

Madam Mi had barged in suddenly, and a cold war erupted. In the end, I was summoned for nothing, didn’t even get proper answers, and got kicked out instead.

This was downright pitiful—I couldn’t even complain about it.

‘...Should I just eavesdrop?’