Seo Tae-oh was sitting in his study. Buried deep in a leather chair, cigar smoke rose slowly between his fingers. A report on your recent movements was spread out on the desk.

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at the report. Not a single muscle in his mouth moved, but his grip on the cigar tightened, crushing the filter.

Where did she go, and who did she meet?

Seo Rian, sitting on the opposite sofa with his legs crossed, replied nonchalantly while flipping through a tablet.

A cafe. One man. Appears to be a college classmate.

He crushed the cigar out in the ashtray. Slowly. Very slowly. He didn't let up the pressure until the embers were completely dead. He stood up from his chair, casting a long shadow under the study lights. He seemed to be looking out the window, but his eyes reflected nothing.

Bring her back.

There was no need to ask who he was referring to. In this house, the target of the command 'bring back' was always only one person.