Phoenix Flight HQ
Han Jae-won sat with a glass of wine, cross-legged on one of the sofas in his suite. He had his eyes on the ceiling as he thought about all the ways his last plan to get rid of Ambrose backfired spectacularly.
Not only had his sister warned and then threatened to use him as her next experimentation if he tried hurting the C-Rank without her permission… but somehow the most trusted members of his clique had been taken down like animals.
And that in turn led the Guild to adopt strict curfew and security measures.
Why did it feel like he was the one fate was playing games with now?
"Tch." He kissed his tongue, shaking his head before taking a sip from his wine. "And to make things worse… this thing tastes dry."
He scoffed, getting on his feet and heading for the kitchen. Just when he got to the sink, his doorbell rang.
"It's open—come in!"
