After meeting his messenger, Taehyung returned to his penthouse, today's work was too much in solving other people's problems and his own company. So he ordered his men to send the illegal objects abroad.

For him, money is very important, even having to have a dark job from his image as a successful CEO.

He took off his jacket on the sofa, looked around the room, realized his wife was not there. So he went to the balcony to light a cigarette for a while.

The breeze blew the hair on his forehead, the cigarette was lit, the smoke began to billow into the air. Taehyung inhaled it slowly while contemplating his recent stress. His back leaned on the edge of the balcony railing, closing his eyes calmly.

At least the cigarette could be an outlet.