“Break up with her.”
The poor boy shifted in his seat, not knowing what to do with this absurd situation. He didn’t understand why this was happening.
“How much do you want? 200 thousand? 300? Give me your price.”
The person sitting across the boy signaled his men to bring forward a heavy-looking bag and started to take out a bundle of cash.
Looking at him closely you wouldn’t be able to tell he was related to her. To the boy, he could see no resemblance. This person had pitch-black hair that partly covered his dark and cold, calculating eyes. He was the complete opposite of her, seeming almost as mysterious as the night sky itself.
When 400 thousand won was placed in front of him, he snapped out of his reverie.
“Why are you doing this?”
The mysterious man smirked and leaned forward.
“Because she is mine.”
“What are you doing here?”