The entire room was quite and it was only Mi Young's clicking stiletto heels could be heard. She had her eyes locked only on Yejun with anger lit up in her heart. She resents him as much as she resents her own father; at this point of view, she thought that Park Yejun was the spitting image of their father. She has been imagining this day to come and now that everyone was here, it all felt just surreal that she wanted to see if her brother would bleed or not to figure out if it was a dream or not... this time she didn't need a gun for this fight to watch him lose everything.
"Ms. Kang... Good morning..."