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CHAPTER 8

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"We do not accept defeat."

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"Welcome home, young masters." The maids bowed down upon the entrance of three cousins. The oldest Lee grunted, almost shoving his bag onto the marbled floor out of annoyance, his stressed gaze locking with Haechan's unbothered one.

Jeno sighed, bowing back to the maids politely, dismissing them. He turns back to his relatives, giving them that deadpanned look. "Alright, alright. Enough of the family reunion—"

"What's wrong, Mark-hyung? Afraid to lose again?" Haechan taunted, a dark look to overtake his once calm expression.

Mark gritted his teeth, fists clenched tight as he glared at the younger. "What the hell was that back there? Are you really that confident you'd win every single game?"

Haechan rolled his eyes, walking past both of them. He settled by the couch in the living room of their family's main estate. He tilted his head back, feeling Mark's gaze still marked on him. "We were just having fun, Mark. What's wrong with that?"

He then scoffed. "Besides, are you really gonna let them trample our family name like that?"

"Did you even know what Na said?"

Jeno sighed, looking around for the remote, wanting to mute out his cousin's quarrel. He had enough of them bickering. It's been so long since they've seen Haechan really active but this, suddenly transferring to their school? They had no idea what went into their relative's minds, more importantly, their family head, but this wasn't what they expected when they heard Haechan was to be disciplined.

Haechan squinted his eyes at Mark, still waiting for an answer but it never came. "Yah, I'm asking nicely here. Did you hear what Na said?"

He scoffed again when Mark didn't say a word. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared at his older cousin. "You're pathetic!"

Mark gritted his teeth, facing the younger boy with a strong glare. "Watch your mouth, Haechan. I don't know what you did to him but you better shut the fuck up or I'll skin you alive."

Small cackles left Haechan lips that gradually turned into maniacal laughter with a satanic grin spreading across his face. He was daring Mark with that look on his face. "Don't forget, Mark-hyung. You lost to me. You're in the pits of misery with billions of debts to pay, I don't know why you think you're so high."

"Honestly, it's such a shame to be related to you. All you did was throw our family name down the bottom line. You ruined things so bad that even—what's that president's name again? Seo Narae? Yeah? Her. Even your own friend neglected you."

"Shut the fuck up, I swear to God, Lee Donghyuck."

Haechan took a step close making Mark back away a few steps, feeling threatened. "Oh? Is Markie pooh scared? The person you are trying to contact is currently and will always be unavailable." His voice drops an octave lower and his fave reverted back to his usual unbothered expression. He grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. "I should probably not leave my bag anywhere, who knows," he looked at Mark disgustingly, "A thief might steal my money to pay his debts."