Like a good boy, Raymond would always grow up obeying his parents. They had all the money and power, and all he had to do was to stand there looking pretty. He was the first-born, therefore the heir to the chaebol.

You were his personal attendant and secretary. There was nothing but business between you two, however, today, you stumbled upon a wild sight.

One man, lying in the floor with shards of glass embedded in his head, scattered around him, and Raymond with bloody hands.