Perfect World

Chapter 63

Chaeyoung's Dad POV

I drove at fast speed towards the bank, the damn bitch wouldn't just give me the code to the account. That whore suddenly just drops dead in front of me, leaving that fucking bitch to me and leaving nothing to me. I scoffed at the thought. I had to have a daughter and my fucking wife decides to put her name on the account.

I deserves the money!

I deserve it all!

Not just that, I had to pretend I care and loved her parents for nothing! They just turn out useless to me at all. They don't even figure out the damn code. Everyday I looked through her stuff trying to find the damn numbers but nothing. I gripped the wheel in my junk car, I should be driving a sports car not a shitty one.

This all her fault.

Chaeyoung's fault.

I parked close to the cement curb with loud screech not thinking about the consequences. My lawyer would get me out of it, at least that's one thing that I could have. Since her parents gave me one, just to back me up but man if only they knew the things that I did. I went up to the front desk looking at the terrified woman with my dreaded eyes. Her long ginger hair bounced perfectly off her shoulders and she wore a nice blazer. Damn fancy people trying to rub it in my face. But she was looking hot as ever, maybe I could get a good fuck before going back to the child.

"Um, m-may I help you, sir?" She said.

"I need to get into my account. Also I need to get your number." I said smirk at her.

"I'm sorry sir, but what's your name so I can search your account?" She said.

"Son Tae Moo." I stated.

"What can I help you with your account?" She asked nicely.

"Access to my daughter's account." I pursed my lips.

Maybe this woman will just let it slide through. She typed on the computer in front of her for a while. I started to get impatient, I don't have all day.

"You're awfully gorgeous uh." I paused.

I looked over her name tag, Suzy.

"Suzy." I smiled.

"T-thank you." She said with an uncomfortable smile.

What? Was I'm not good enough for her?

"Maybe you and I can do a rendezvous together back at my place." I said smirk.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I keep my job strictly professional. And I might say you making me uncomfortable." She said.

"Whatever." I scoffed.

She looked at the computer a bit closer with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but this account has a code on it and only one person can access it which is your daughter unless you have the code with you. If you have the code you may open access to the account. I'm assuming your regular banker has already told you the amount, which is quiet.. significant." She statement.

This was useless. Nothing was ever going to work. I stood up in anger and threw down her small pile of papers. She stood up in fear and backed away from her seat.

"Is there a problem here?" A police officer asked.

I saw him standing at the door earlier. I walked back to the car and drove over a hundred miles an hour. The only person who I can make talk is the scum bag daughter 'of mine'. Damn this rain. I drove through the woods roughly and parked on the gravel a couple feet away from the house. I barged through the door to find her laying on the floor passed out. I looked around to see the ceiling leaking from the storm. She could at least cleaned this shit up.