I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

A voice, wet with breathy undertones.

Go Hayoung’s voice usually had a bit of sultriness to it, but just now, when she called my name, it was especially so.

Would you believe me if I said I could feel moisture in her voice?

‘What the hell. There shouldn’t be any rooms around here except mine.’

Just in case, I quickly looked around.

But, as expected, there was no other place Go Hayoung might be visiting.

If she came this way, her destination had to be my room. No doubt about it.

“I just thought I’d come see my dear nephew’s face. Almost missed you, didn’t I?”

Figures.

So my room was the goal.

But why...?

Did she even have a reason to come to my room?