Beomjin was just about to step out the door, having grabbed his car keys and phone, when a sharp electronic beep made him turn his head. It was a call from the lobby. His brows furrowed as he pressed the button, and a familiar voice came through.

"Boss, the chairman is coming up."

"Tell him I'm not here."

"...He's already listening."

At the stiff response, Beomjin let out a short sigh. He pressed the button to end the call, then set his phone and keys back down. It didn’t take long before the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door, the first thing he saw were the broad shoulders standing in front of him.

At fifty-five years old, Sangchun might not have been as formidable as he once was, but he was still more than capable of taking down most twenty-year-olds with one hand. His daily training regimen had never wavered, with the only exception being the month he spent in the hospital three years ago after getting stabbed.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt and a black suit, just as he always was, Sangchun fixed Beomjin with a piercing stare. Instead of returning it, Beomjin glanced past him to where Jungho stood awkwardly behind him. Jungho cleared his throat and avoided his eyes.

"Not here, huh?" Sangchun repeated.

"What are you doing out at this hour? No fear at all. Jungho, are you out of your mind? Didn’t I tell you to keep him locked up at home after dark?"

His voice was low and steady, but the weight of it made Jungho’s face go pale. When Sangchun clicked his tongue and shoved him lightly aside, Jungho flinched before stepping back.

"Who'd even bother going after a toothless tiger? If anyone with ambition wanted to make a move, they’d come for you, not me."

"It’s because the tiger’s lost its teeth that people come for it. Don’t you know a tiger’s only worth something after it’s dead, when its pelt remains?"@@novelbin@@

"You little—"

"Don't bother sitting down," Beomjin cut him off, turning his gaze to Jungho instead. Sangchun was already lowering himself onto the couch, but Beomjin didn't spare him a second glance.

Jungho, despite being built like a brick wall, simply lowered his head like a scolded child.

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