Chapter 228: Design for a living
228
Taesan’s POV
He said he’ll always be there.
I scoff, resting my head against the seat and clenching my fist around my phone. Does he think he has any other choice but to be with me?
His black card debt hasn’t been paid. And it will never be paid.
He’s not going anywhere, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Especially not now that he’s carrying our pup.
I am tempted to order my driver to turn the car around and go back to him. I want to snatch him up and carry him off to work with me.
But I won’t do that, I’m trying to become a better mate for Seoha...I would hate another text from that wild cat.
I unlock my phone to read the texts he sent last night once more.
Unknown number;
This is Minjae. The Minjae of your nightmares. Save my number.
You tall, bone-headed, suit wearing piece of shit, stop upsetting my best friend.
The next time you upset him, I will come for your soul.
I bite.
Me;
I will block you.
Unknown number;
I know a shaman, I’ll ask her to turn you into a lizard or something.
Seriously, Seoha loves you. He has had too many bad experiences with love to get more hurt by some irritating fool.
He’s comfortable with you. I hate to be a witness to this, but he’s happier with your melancholic ass and he talks more with you than he did with that dipshit ex of his.
I can’t believe you murder for a living.
Me;
I design clothes for a living.
Unknown number;
I hate your face.
My pup will never have you as their godparent.
Bye.
Asshole.
Don’t tell Seoha I texted you. If he scolds me, I will know you gossiped.
Reading it this morning makes me want to laugh. Almost. I still want to throw Minjae in front of a car and run him over...but love for Seoha is a harness.
"Update?" I ask and my driver starts to talk about my schedule for the day. And a meeting with Wonyoung-ssi is at the top of the list.
"And after that sir, the lawyer you asked for has been found" he says and I frown in confusion.
"What lawyer?"
"The one in charge of the inheritance transfer" he responds, and I nod slowly. That’s true.
After I found out that Seoha’s lawyer was also involved in the inheritance theft, I asked for him to be found.
That dog must have too much dirt on his hands.
Only a guilty person would go into hiding after robbing an omega as simple as Seoha. And yes, the lawyer can run as far as he can, but I will find him.
Lucky for him, I enjoy ’cleaning’ up dirty men.
"Keep a guard on Seoha, I want a text on his activities after every half-hour" I say and shut my eyes to rehearse my meetings with my shareholder.
I will be calm, I won’t pull out a gun, I won’t throw anything.
I’ll be calm and tactical.
’If they say anything unpleasant about my mate, I will politely murder them with my silent gun, I’ll make it quick, easy and painless’ my alpha says and I groan.
Fuck.
This sanity thing is not for me.
Where is Junho and his logic when I need him?
"Tell Junho to resume as soon as possible" I say and the driver nods before saying a loud ’yes, sir’.
We arrive at my building, Mountain Atelier, the place I built with my youthful sweat and blood.
The place that has my heart and soul.
I go in first, heading to the conference room to wait for my client of the day. One hand pats the gun strapped to my thigh as I wait.
"How long before she arrives?" I ask.
"She and the rest will be here in ten minutes" my assistant for the day responds and I pull out my phone to text Seoha.
I miss him already.
"Mr. Kang, she’s here" the assistant says and Mrs. Wonyoung comes in with three other people.
Two men and a woman.
"Welcome" I gesture to the chairs for them to sit, and they return the greeting with a polite bow.
They take their seats one by one, and I place my hands on the table, straightening my shoulders, a blatant threat.
"You won’t change your mind" Mrs. Wonyoung says.
And this is exactly why I like working with her. She has no time for pretense, she goes straight to the point, gets what she needs and gets out.
She would have made a very good female captain if she killed for a living.
"No" I say simply and she presses her lips together.
"I have no choice but to pull out of the company then" she says flatly and my fingers twitch, just begging to snuff the life out of her with my gun.
"Yes, you’re free to pull out. But ask your son, Kyungsoo, to stop buying drugs in my name. I don’t like it" I say and Wonyoung stiffens.
"What did you say?" she asks and I look at my assistant.
The man walks to Wonyoung’s side with his tablet. He shows her the power point slide he made yesterday.
They contain pictures of her only son drinking at a club, fucking at a strip bar, taking drugs, and passing out. Her son is doing everything a chaebol should never be caught doing.
"Are you blackmailing me?" she asks with disbelief.
"No. I’m showing you that I can’t work with a drug addict" I say and she starts to laugh. The laughter is cold and bitter.
"Kang Taesan, you’re a true businessman" she says and I give her no reaction.
She chose to point fingers at mine. I will point fingers at hers...no, I will stab my fingers into the heart of hers.
"You stay. You invest in my company, clear Seoha’s image and I keep you covered. I will wipe out every proof of your son’s misconduct" I bargain.
"I should have known this was a trap" she laughs again.
"You set the trap when you looked down on my omega" I growl quietly.
I like how her alpha eyes are growing red from her clear anger and discomfort. I already know her response, she won’t leave, Seoha would have his dream and I would have Seoha’s trust.
Win. Win. Fucking Win.
"Fine, meeting over. Keep my secret and I’ll stay as an investor" she says and gets up to leave.
Satisfaction fills my chest and I pick up my phone to text Seoha again, but there are already two texts waiting to be read.
One of it is from Seoha, and the other is directly from my spy.
MyWife;
Let’s meet by seven. I want to take you on a date.
002;
The lawyer always returns home by seven. Should I prepare your sword.
Hmmm...
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