Meanwhile, in the Skyline Plaza...
Men in suits stood quietly in the corners of the room, holding their breaths and keeping their eyes down. Tension hung in the air, and the only sound they could hear was their own breathing.
In the middle of the room, a set of couches held a few seated individuals, including medical professionals tending to the man on the couch. They carefully adjusted his IV drips and treated the scratches on his temple and arms with such precision and care, as if they were handling a complex transplant.
Despite their efforts, the nervousness in their eyes lingered.
"Cousin!!!"
The still air was suddenly broken by a loud call and a bang as the door swung open.
Everyone instinctively turned to the door, only to see a tall man holding it open. Even though some of the bodyguards inside had never met him, they quickly recognized the natural white streak in his hair on one side.
"Cousin!"
The slightly injured man on the couch glanced at the newcomer rushing inside. "Ray. Tone down."
Ray, now 29, zipped his mouth but still bolted to the couch where his cousin was. "Renren—" He bit his tongue when a sense of dread crept up his spine.
"Hehe..." He laughed awkwardly. "I mean, Zoren, my dearest cousin, what happened?! I thought you died!"
Zoren peeled his eyes away from his cousin to look at the doctors working on his IV. "Ray, don’t move around. They might have to redo it if you do."
The ones administering Zoren’s IV gulped, only to hear Zoren’s next remark.
"It will hurt then."
"Right..." Ray cleared his throat and froze, letting everyone finish their work first. When they finished, he saw the medical team heave a sigh of relief. "I feel sorry for them."
He shook his head and quickly jumped to Zoren’s side. "Cousin, what happened?"
The IVs were a normal occurrence and a familiar sight to Ray, even from their childhood. However, the new scratches on Zoren’s temple and arm were very new.
"This looks bad," murmured Ray, now worried. "What did your uncle do again?"
"It’s not him."
Ray scrunched up his nose. "Not him? And you believed him?"
"That’s what he said, but I didn’t say that’s what I believed." Zoren leaned back and glanced up at the liquid bag hanging from the pole. "Just let them be."
"Let them be?! How can you say that? The First Branch of the family regained their confidence and is now growing even more cocky when Dean returned!" Ray hissed, his remarks reflecting the strained relationship he now had with his cousin, whom he used to be so fond of. "You keep letting them off the hook! Cousin, don’t tell me you actually want them to succeed?"
"No, but since they were able to do this, the fault is mine."
Ray frowned. "How is that your fault?"
"It means my security is lax." Zoren glanced at the men standing around the room. "Get out. You’re all fired."
"Cousin, you can’t just fire all of them!!" Ray gasped, making the bodyguards look at him with hope. But their hope was short-lived when they heard Ray’s next words. "You have to replace them first before firing them!"
Their hearts sank as they cast their eyes down once more.
"I’m not firing them because I’m angry, but because this incident proved they’re not equipped to handle this type of danger. Nothing personal." Zoren glanced at them, his expression unchanged. "Go. My assistant will write a letter of recommendation for your next employment."
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