The prince of the Lims

"Welcome back, young master Lim."

A group of servants welcomed this prince back home at an old villa a little far outside the shining capital city.

He was in his late twenties, wearing a lazy, yet charming look on his exquisite face.

Followed in by dozens of bodyguards, this eccentric young master of the Lims was always heavily guarded.

"Is father home?" he asked one of the servants.

"Yes, sir, he is in his chambers. He has been awaiting your arrival." the servant informed the prince politely.

The young man sighed and tugged at his loose, white linen shirt as if he was suffocated.

His exaggerated actions made the young maids giggle and blush. But they were silenced with a look from his bodyguards.

With a somewhat grumpy expression, he made his way upstairs to his father's chambers.

"Father, you wished to see me?" he asked casually, walking into his father's rooms.

His father, the old master, was deeply engrossed in work, writing in his notebook.

"Have I taught you nothing?" he glared, as he looked up to see his relaxed son walk in. "Can you not knock on your own father's bedchambers before strolling in?"

The young prince scoffed.

"Because you're doing such important things, aren't you, father?"

"Have I raised you to mock me, you ungrateful spawn!"

The servants who had hurriedly followed after their young master, to caution the old master of his arrival, shook their heads in terror.

Young master was really testing his father. He was either truly fearless, or very stupid.

Young master Lim was the only son of the main branch of the Lim clan. The Lim clan was one of the oldest, wealthiest and most powerful families of Country J with deep roots and connections to royalty in Country C.

Moreover, they were very well connected to big mafia families in Europe and the Americas. The Lim clan's dealings were as much under the table as above board.

The old master had long given up any part in running operations. His idea of 'work' these days was...slightly different. Something his borderline crazy son didn't understand.

"Oh father, you should stop dabbling in your nonsense..." he commented sarcastically at his father's rebuke.

Before his old man had anything to say, the younger Lim quickly snatched up the notebook he was scribbling in.

"Tch tch, what is this, dear father? Are you going senile already?!" he teased, as his father growled.

"Give it back, you brat!"

But the young prince refused to give in to his father so easily.

Being taller than his poor old father, the young master arrogantly held his angry father's notebook high up in the air and began reading out loud from it.

"...and then the dashing young soldier proceeded to deflower the maiden with his prize weapon. This girl, who had been nursing his wounds since he had been shot in the leg, didn't realise what he could really do to her with the rest of his body."

"GIVE IT BACK!" the old master yelled at his son, the fleet of servants standing by, blushing at their employer's new hobby.

"Bleh. This is distasteful, father. I need to cleanse my eyes with the most corrosive acid to sterilise myself."

The young prince's scathing remarks continued to test his father's patience.

"Butler! Bring me my cane! This brat needs to be flogged for him to learn any discipline!"

The father finally put his foot down. But the butler wavered. He knew the master never hit his only son, and this was an empty threat.

The young man huffed.

"Fine, fine. I give in. Here, you can have your filthy little story back!"

After the old master snatched his notebook back, his son flashed him a devilishly handsome grin.

"You've taken after your dear mother, boy. She loved to test me just as you do."

The old master sighed. His beloved wife had passed away young, leaving him with two treasures - a son and a daughter.

"I also get my good looks from her, don't I, father?" he asked, mischievously.

The old man smiled, giving in to his son. He doted on him too much to ever remain angry at his shameless antics.

The boy was slightly wayward, but the old master would tolerate almost anything.

"Tell me now, did Shen Moshi contact you regarding the trading partnership? He seems keen on meeting you face to face, I hear."

"Yes he did. But he seems boring, father. All work, and no play."

The young man sighed exaggeratedly.

The old master was thoughtful.

"So he definitely won't colour outside the lines?"

His son smirked.

"Definitely not. There's definitely a mole in Moshi Corporation who's letting the cargo through. All I need to find out is how much Shen Moshi knows."

The young heir was thoughtful. He had been watching Shen and assessed his work ethic.

There was know way he knew what was going on underneath his nose.

Not only was there a huge storm brewing within the Moshi family in their internal struggle for power, but someone had managed to infiltrate his Kingdom and work with them under the radar.

To transport arms to Country A.

Extremely, highly, illegal and dangerous weapons.

"But father, it's that wife of his, that he keeps hidden. She's the one who knows about what's really happening, and she can collapse our house of cards."

His father looked at him shocked.

"Shen Moshi has a wife?!"

The young prince laughed out loud.

The news did tend to have a flabbergasting reaction from everyone.

Shen Moshi wasn't known to court women, no matter how many threw themselves at him.

Especially his silly little sister. She had been infatuated with Shen Moshi since the day she set eyes on him.

The old master had tried many times to arrange for her to meet him, but he would always refuse.

She was a beauty, also especially taking after her mother, and many young men from powerful families were out to woo her relentlessly.

But her heart was set on the youngest son of Soren and Rika Moshi.