Prologue

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                                         The sudden knock on the door made me get out of the thoughts lingering in my mind. I was never like this, not when I am at work. I heaved a deep breath and "Get in" I said.

Still immersed in my work trying to shake off this uneasiness that I was feeling since morning. I could feel something is wrong. My secretary came in and said "Mr. Jeon." He looked tensed. That alone made me more tensed. I looked over to him and raised trying to swallow the lump formed in my throat. "Just spit it out" I growled making him more scared. "y...your father. He found dead in his house this morning." That is, it. I completely lost it.

The uneasiness I felt and the nightmares became true. I stood up from my chair and was about to dash out of my office. Just then I got a call. I looked at the caller id. And answered it without hesitation. 

"Don't go there." 

I busted out saying "Not now Park." 

But he did not comply and said "The CBI and police are after you. I suggest you do not go there." 

I have had enough, "No I don't care about anything I just want to see my dad for the last time. And they do not even know me so how they will catch me?"

"It is true, but the police and the CBI officers are in disguise at your father's house. They might do not know your face, but They know who Mr. Jeon's son is. I just want you to be safe and nothing else." 

I can feel his care towards me, I said "I know you care about me, but I will go there. I will take care of myself. I will call you later."

I decided to go and see what happened and then I will take care of other things. I asked my men to prepare the car.

Everything seemed to be out of line. Nothing is going on as I wished to be happened. Should I be overwhelmed or heartbroken with this? I could not think straight. Looking at the bright sky, I dreamt of a happy and lovely family since childhood. Things turn miserable when people drown themselves in greed. After a few minutes I reached at my father's mansion.

It was guarded with police officers at the entrance and special officers in disguise. I managed to get inside but was standing from far to see the man who made me this, was now lying on his grave. He made me a man who makes people's life a living hell. "A Villian."

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