The man turned his head with slight annoyance because his words had been cut off by someone else’s appearance. But when his gaze met the figure of the teenager behind him, his body immediately stiffened for no clear reason.Just a kid, yet his gaze made the hairs on the back of his neck stand.Even so, his ego as an adult man still made him speak, his tone somewhat rough. “What are you doing, huh? Get lost!”Kieran didn’t answer. He shifted his gaze toward his mother.“I—Kieran…?” Irene’s voice came first, surprised and disbelieving at the same time.The man glanced at Irene, then back at the teenager in front of him. His eyebrow lifted slightly.“Is this your child?” he asked.Irene didn’t answer. Instead, she forcibly pulled her hand from the man’s grip, wincing slightly, then quickly walked toward Kieran.“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice soft but clearly worried.Kieran looked at her, his previously cold expression returning to normal when facing his mother.“I happen

Kieran looked at the girl in front of him with a meaningful gaze. The girl was none other than his “kind” ex-girlfriend, Sunny.His gaze was calm and hard to read because no emotion was clearly visible, yet that was precisely what made it feel oppressive.Sunny unconsciously felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She felt that something was different about Kieran, not just his appearance.However, when she remembered the Kieran who always kept his head down, cowardly, and chased after her relentlessly, her confidence returned. Moreover, she knew very well how deep Kieran’s feelings for her had been back then.That sense of discomfort was quickly covered by her confidence. She snorted softly, her chin slightly raised arrogantly.“Don’t think that by changing your appearance like this, I’ll like you. I won’t get back together with you either.”She crossed her arms, looking at Kieran with a condescending gaze just like in Kieran’s memory before he committed suicide back then.“

“Yes?” the voice on the other end sounded as smooth and elegant as last night, but clearly carried impatience.The man immediately straightened his body unconsciously.“M-Master… There’s someone at the base… he—”“I’m busy,” the voice cut in coldly. “If it’s not something important, don’t bother me.”The man panicked, glancing at Kieran, and said quickly, “I-it’s Kieran…”There was silence for a few seconds before Marsellus replied, “Alright, I’ll come as soon as possible.”Before the man could respond, his hand was empty and the phone had already moved into someone else’s hand.Kieran raised the phone to his ear without permission and reminded coldly, “I don’t like waiting long. Don’t play tricks.”“…tricks?” he repeated softly, his tone changing. Not angry, but interested. “You mean making you wait longer? If I do that, what will you do?”The corner of Kieran’s lips lifted slightly, but it wasn’t a smile.“Go ahead. Try it,” he said, his voice low and steady. “And then find out exac

Marsellus sat in a quiet, tightly sealed private room. The walls were lined with dark wooden panels, and the table in the middle was neatly arranged with several documents and antique catalogs that had yet to be discussed.However, the seat across from him was empty.It had been nearly half an hour past the agreed time, yet there was still no sign of the other party’s arrival.Marsellus closed his phone screen after the call with Kieran ended. He gave a faint smile, not a friendly one, but one that was hard to read.“It seems today my problem revolves around ‘waiting’,” he murmured softly.His bodyguard and aide, a well-dressed man standing not far behind him, remained silent.Marsellus adjusted his sleeve slightly, then said casually, “We’re going to the base now.”“Yes, sir.”Without waiting any longer, Marsellus stood up and walked out of the private room. But after only a few steps into the corridor, someone hurriedly approached.A woman in formal attire, known to be the secretary

Marsellus chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly, as if he had just found something amusing.“Fine. Fifty.”The decision came just like that, without prolonged negotiation. Because he knew that if he pushed too far, he might lose this source, and that wasn't a smart choice. After all, he had already experienced Kieran’s results firsthand.“As a sign of commitment,” Marsellus continued, taking out a black card from his suit. He placed it on the table, then slid it toward Kieran.“Consider this an advance for the first batch.”Kieran glanced at the card briefly before taking it, turning it once between his fingers, then putting it away without comment. There was no thanks or surprised expression, as if it was something normal for him.And that, instead, made Marsellus even more certain of something.The agreement was reached, and the conversation shifted.“Boss Lee will be released in a few days,” Marsellus said lightly. He glanced at Kieran briefly, his gaze flat and hard to read.