I've never thanked God more than I did in that exact moment.
Not even after miraculously passing math when I thought the Pythagorean theorem was just a personality test.
And Mr. Jeon as well.
Bless his terrifying, soul-sucking aura for saving my butt from his lovely-yet-lethal family.
Wait. Hold up.
Now that I think about it— this ENTIRE disaster was caused by him in the first place!
So technically… HE is the root of all evil.
Which means… I shouldn't bless him. I should curse him.
Ugh. May a chicken peck his stupidly perfect head until blood—
…
Okay, that escalated too fast.
Blood wasn't necessary. Let's dial it back.
May a chicken peck his shiny shoes until they get ruined.
Yes. That's more civilized.
Anyway, while I was fantasizing about poultry-based revenge, Mr. Jeon suddenly stood up.
Like a normal person?
No.
He stood up like he was auditioning for the next James Bond.
