Chapter 17
Tok, tok, tok.
Yoon Taeo had a particular habit.
Whenever he sank deep into thought, he would tap something with his index finger.
And... the thoughts that accompanied that habit were usually not good ones.
For example... whether to twist the neck of a Beta who had cheated on him and lied, or drown him instead—something along those lines.
For the record, that was an actual case he once pondered.
"Sir... we cleared your entire afternoon schedule, so why did you come back so early...?"
It was oppressive.
The silence stretching endlessly from Yoon Taeo.
And those sharp, murderous eyes that looked like they could tear me apart at any second.
So I opened my mouth to speak, but Yoon Taeo didn’t even twitch in his seat, legs crossed, like he hadn’t heard a thing.
Tok, tok, tok.