Semua Bab The Secret Organization: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Behind his smile has scent of the demon, the evil king of the underworld. "Try to escape, then it'll be your end, " Jeonghan announced. On his hands are eight small blades, his new favorite toys he bought from France two weeks ago, and guess he'll finally make use of it on this very day.  Numerous men, standing around him, looked at each other with bullet of thick sweats on their foreheads. They knew that they had to escape this place before the first heir and third made their appearance. Choices are either: they died on Jeonghan's hand, died after getting tortured or kill Jeonghan. The last choice sounds pleasant to their ears. But is it really possible to defeat the second heir? "Why are you having that kind of face? Are you possibly thinking of killing me?" Jeonghan chuckled when he sensed their murderous gaze. "I am the 2nd heir of HongYoonChoi organization. Even if you succeed, which won't

The small hand of the clock strikes at 6. It is really rare to see the first heir of HongYoonChoi being so busy inside the kitchen; placing the marinated crab on a porcelain plate and making it look like a dish from his own seven- star hotel.  When Joshua was pouring the sauce, he accidentally spilled some on his right hand. "Ahh!" he winced, aiding his burn by sucking on it. His  clumsiness is the unexpected result of reminiscing the conversation he heard inside his friend's hospital room.  "It is easy. Just admit that you are crying because you got scared and... ah!" "Shut your mouth. Will you? Or else I-"  "Kill me?"  "No. I'll kiss you." After hearing Celine and

There was a little boy sitting at the corner of the class. He was quiet, but not out of painful shyness. With his small hands clenching each other, he observed with consciousness, as if he was checking every details around him. No friends and companions, he spent those one hundred five days alone in his new school, sitting behind and waiting for those bullies to make him the sacrificial lamb of their entertainment.  "That kid, are you really sure he is the first heir of our organization?" nine year-old Yoon Jeonghan asked to his seatmate while staring at him.  "Father told me to get along with him," his seatmate, Seungcheol, respond after drinking his yogurt.  "Same here. But he looks so weak, I don't think we can get along. The thought of serving a weak boy like him makes me cri

Joshua's Pov As the first heir of HongYoonChoi, my father eyes were always with me; from our house, to school- almost my whole life. I can't act on my own, can't enjoy the essence of being a kid and can't even open the door of my old home, that black car. I was always watching from the window, looking at those kids eating their cotton candies outside their school gate. Parents go back and forth, wearing smiles as they hold their treasure's hand. From the day I saw my father as a monster, my heart as a kid was trapped in an isolated cage. I already forgot what it feels to depend on those who gave birth to me.  "Young master, should we go back?" my driver asked me, a nine-year old boy named Joshua Hong.  I didn't respond. All I did was to stare at that little girl who was eating her cotton candy. She is

Junhui's Pov (Wen's Organization's heir)  Today's event is something I must write on my diary.  Finally, Mr. Chwe agreed for a one-on-one meeting with me, regarding to my hotel's investment. Though, I am still not happy that an awful incident happened in Joshua's hotel. 'Did they catch the murderer? With this kind of news, people won't go to his hotel. It won't get bankrupt, right?' 'Huh, look at me. Getting worried about my enemy's situation.' I laughed at myself inwardly. But weird thoughts don't stop right there. I just... I just don't know.  I feel great about the possibility of winning Mr. Chwe over the man I couldn't beat at all. If ever, it might be my first victory against Joshua. Yet why I am getting all soft hearted?  'This