Chapter 7
Still, maybe those two women had some sense left in them, because the moment they saw what was in my hand—something not quite a weapon but close enough—they ran out ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) of the room, practically naked, holding the palm-sized clothes they hadn’t even managed to put on.
“Hey! You didn’t even pay! You’re not getting a damn dime if you leave like that, just so you know!”
Even Kim Daehyun’s irritated shout didn’t stop them. The bastard really had no grasp of the situation.
“Daehyun-ah, what the hell is this...”
“And who the fuck are you? How do you know my name?”
I’d heard, vaguely, that Kim Daehyun was supposed to be quiet and delicate. And yeah... his build was kind of slender for a Beta. Same could be said for his dick, probably. But his appearance aside, his expression and tone didn’t match any of those descriptors like “quiet” or “delicate.” He looked exactly like the kind of sleazy thug you'd find in a red-light district.
“Louis XIII... Macallan... You’ve lost your fucking mind, Daehyun. Do you even have money...?”
The liquor bottles rolling around on the floor were outrageous. Price tags high enough to make you choke. One glance at the pile of credit card bills stacked at home made it obvious: he either tried to charge it all to Yoon Taeo’s card—or already had.
“The fuck are you, asshole?!”
Apparently, he’d sobered up a bit—he was putting on a shirt and pants. I considered jumping him while he was getting dressed and smashing his head in, but since I had no clue how Yoon Taeo currently felt about him, I had to bring him back without a scratch.
“I’m from MK Capital... you know that place, right? The company owned by CEO Yoon Taeo—the guy whose card you stole and ran off with.”
“So what? After all the time I put up with his shit, he owes me this much, doesn’t he? You know how fucking hard it was to pretend I liked that bastard?”