Accusation of Murder (2)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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At last, after the fiery hand to hand combat, Young Mirae had the chance to survey the rude fella.

The man who desired to blow her head wore a familiar tight black coat matched with a white dress. He emitted a hoodlum and firm vibe. For a 'normal' person, he looked like a businessman, or perhaps a corporate executive. But to 'some' who were aware and had enough knowledge, they could distinguish him as a part of the mafia.

He seemed tall, although he was crouching from the pain in his stomach caused by her kick. Presumably, he stood five centimeters taller than Young Mirae.

"Leader, what happened?" One after the other, they stood next to the man who was surpassing his groans with a hand atop his belly.

'Leader? So this man is the leader of these two idiots.' Her instincts were right, this man was part of a certain mafia family.

Young Mirae chuckled at the foolish accusation she just heard. "Stop bending the truth, cunts. You know, you both should work with your lies."

"What? Y-You're the one who's lying here! Grand Dog would never hire someone to work in his pub!" bellowed the other, who she believed was Ban Seo, with a tremulous voice. His finger was shaking when he pointed in her direction.

This man was a cunt who didn't have any intention of telling the truth about what actually happened hours ago.

"...That's right, I don't think I've seen you before," second the fella she beat not a while ago.

With his medium, thick, coal hair that was messy and ends flipped out, it was barely holding its gelled and slicked back style. The thread of locks sticking on his forehead, for sure it fiddled because of the sudden call for a fight.

'Is he trying to flirt with me?' She convinced herself with a lie.

"It's my first day of—" The moment she was about to give her response, the sounds from the heels whacking the marble floor of the comfort room disrupted her.

"She worked here for months," perturbed the husky voice of her fake grandfather. She averted her gaze from the men and saw the two individuals entering the scene.

"Grand Dog! Mr. Joon!"

Young Mirae crumpled her face in discomfort. Did her ears catch that correctly? What did the idiot say? Grand Dog? Who the hell thought of that name? It sounded too childish. It was as though a nine-year-old coined the nickname.

'He must be confident to name his bar, which followed his nickname: Grand Dog's Pub.'

"But the bar opens at night," asked Ban Seo.

"That answers why. You haven't seen her once, because her shift starts when I close the bar. To clean up everyone's 'mess' without being interrupted."

Young Mirae knew what this fake grandfather was pertaining to the "mess" every morning. Indeed, this was her not-typical refreshment pub for adults. Not that she was unaware of.

No questions asked thereafter. The silence was enough for Young Mirae to exchange a last look with the fella. She watched him comb his hair to the back of his head and fixed his suit.

Young Mirae could not fool herself. She had fun with the unforeseen warm-up for her too tensed limbs. But in contrast, it was also enough to make herself frustrated and dissatisfied, realizing she was still far off from the level she wanted to reach.

Why was she even excited to carry the title as the Young family's new boss? What a letdown and disappointment. She had to lose everyone to come to her senses.

Bo Kyung was right yet again, although she did not want to admit it. She was a spoiled brat, and she would forever be one if she would not fix herself.

"...Fetch whoever left his gun on the faucet." The fella averted his gaze and ordered, "It's yours, isn't it? Kim Dong?"

"No, I mean, y-yes. It is mine, Leader."

How brave. He tried to get away from it for the last time, but the glare made him profess the truth. Young Mirae rolled her eyes and released a chuckle. 'Where did the toughness go?'

Without a delay, the leader which she decided to call "handsome" passed through before her. Out of the ordinary, a scent of mint cologne tickled her nostrils as he went.

'That's a nice perfume, I want one. Or if not possible, can I have the man who wears the fresh fragrance? Hehe.'

"Is this your infamous son's daughter?" queried the middle-aged man beside the grumpy fake grandfather of hers.

"Joon, I don't have a son. I'd never want a child like him."

After saying this, he also went out of the comfort room. He followed the tracks of the three individuals taking their leave.

"Don't take that personally, kid. Your grandfather loves your father. He's just refusing to admit it." The stranger gave her a short pat on a shoulder before questioning, "So how is he doing lately? Your father, that is."

How would Young Mirae respond to this? In the end, she might be acting as Baek Sunhi, she had yet to read the detailed information about her. "He is still...the father I know."

Uncanny. The word she hadn't used for long felt off when it came out from her lips. It seemed weird, considering that it had been a very long time.

"He's still addicted to gambling? Hasn't he sucked all of his dead wife's money yet? Well, I heard he has been going around selling drugs in Busan," he chattered, "Surely, you've grown tired of your father and ran away from him. I could've done the same thing if he won't stop wasting pennies from gambling."

Young Mirae was unaware that her lips popped and parted from shock. What a loving father he was, working his decent job, which was his source of money. But this stranger did not seem bothered about the drug business.

This made her proud though, knowing that the Young family had no such bond to any illegal markets.

Despite uninterested in business, Young Mirae was at the least aware that they had connections to tons of garbage industries around the hood and few casinos. As well as providing inclusive protection to the city in exchange for money.

That made her wonder. How would she be able to inherit her family's business without getting caught by the enemies?

"Oh, yeah. Do you want to earn a few extras, kid? I can introduce you to someone. I think you'll do good, and the job is pretty easy. Simple as a piece of cake, like the work you're doing here. You'll just go around sweeping and wiping," was his attempt to negotiate. "Do not worry. I already discussed this with your grandfather earlier."

Was this a splendid opportunity brought to her? Amongst other things, she was well-informed that she was not familiar with this city, nor did she know where the place she was currently residing in.

Was it Bucheon? Either way, she needed to familiarize it.

"How does it sound?" A huge smile crept on his lips while he was talking.