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Chapter 26: The Reunion

Chapter 26: The Reunion

Taejoo’s frustration was palpable as he stalked through the unfamiliar building. His jaw clenched, his steps heavy and deliberate. The audacity of that call had set his blood boiling. Whoever summoned him here clearly didn’t understand the kind of man they were dealing with. Taejoo had no intention of coming for a chat; he was here to deliver retribution—raw and unfiltered.

The sterile, corporate hallways felt like a stark contrast to the chaos roiling inside him. His lips curled into a sneer as he approached the door. He didn’t knock. Instead, he shoved it open with enough force to rattle the hinges, his entrance as stormy as his mood.

But what met his eyes inside stopped him in his tracks for a moment, just a moment. The man leaning casually against the desk, arms crossed and smirking, was all too familiar.

“Well, well,” Taejoo drawled, his sneer deepening into a mock grin. “If it isn’t my old best friend. Jeonho, it’s been ages. What a charming reunion.”

Jeonho didn’t flinch at the sarcasm. Instead, his smirk widened, his sharp eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I’m glad you made it. I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come or just sulk in a corner somewhere.”

Taejoo stepped forward; his movements were deliberate, predatory. “Oh, I almost didn’t. But then I thought, why not? I’ve been looking for an excuse to ruin someone’s day. And who is better than you?”

Jeonho laughed, the sound low and mocking. “Still playing games with people, I see. How’s that working out for you? Are you still treating your boys like toys, Taejoo?”

Taejoo’s grin faltered, his gaze narrowing. “Big words for someone who once let me fuck him while his wife was upstairs. Or did you forget that part?”

Jeonho’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, hard glare. In an instant, he was on Taejoo, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close. “Don’t you dare bring that up,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing.

Taejoo’s grin returned, wider and darker than before. He leaned in, his voice a poisonous whisper. “Afraid I’ll spill your dirty little secret? Relax, Jeonho. Your reputation is safe with me—for now. Besides, we both know you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

To drive his point home, Taejoo’s hand shot out, gripping Jeonho by the waist in a way that made the other man stiffen in fury. Jeonho reacted immediately, shoving Taejoo back with enough force to slam him against the desk.

“You’re disgusting,” Jeonho growled, his hands finding Taejoo’s throat and tightening with enough force to make the man gasp. “Keep running that filthy mouth, and I’ll make sure you leave here in a body bag.”

But Taejoo only laughed, the sound low and chilling. “Oh, Jeonho,” he rasped, even as Jeonho’s grip tightened. “You’ve always been fun, but you forget—I never come unprepared.”

With a sudden, fluid motion, Taejoo reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. The crack of the shot echoed in the room, and Jeonho staggered back, clutching his shoulder as blood bloomed across his crisp white shirt.

Taejoo straightened, his demeanor shifting from playful to cold and dangerous. He stepped forward, his boot coming down hard on Jeonho’s neck, pinning him to the ground.

“Did you really think I’d just let the past slide?” Taejoo sneered, crouching slightly to loom over Jeonho. “You betrayed me, Jeonho. You stole everything that was mine—my business, my life. And for what? Your greed?”

Jeonho’s eyes burned with defiance, but he couldn’t muster the strength to fight back.

“You killed my wife,” Taejoo continued, his voice trembling with rage. “You drugged me, gambled away my money, and left me with nothing but ruins. You made me into this. You.” His voice cracked, and his foot pressed harder against Jeonho’s neck.

Jeonho gasped, his face reddening as he struggled for air. But Taejoo wasn’t done. He crouched lower, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you think you’d still be smiling if I dragged you to hell with me? Or maybe I should make it more fun first. Should we relive the past, Jeonho? You always did like it when I took charge.”

Jeonho’s body tensed as Taejoo leaned closer, but before anything could happen, a gunshot rang out. Taejoo jerked, stumbling back as a bullet grazed his side.

Standing in the doorway was Jeonho’s secretary, a tall, imposing man with sharp features and steady hands. The gun in his grip still smoked, but his expression was calm and professional.

“Sir, are you alright?” the secretary asked, his voice low and even as he stepped into the room.

Jeonho coughed, struggling to sit up. “I’m fine,” he rasped, waving off the man’s approach.

“I apologize for intervening, Sir. I heard the commotion and thought you might need assistance.”

Jeonho’s gaze flicked to Taejoo, who lay sprawled on the floor, clutching his side and groaning in pain. “It’s fine,” he said curtly, his voice regaining its usual sharpness. “Take care of him. I don’t care how you do it—just make sure no one ever finds him.”

The secretary nodded, his expression unreadable as he approached Taejoo, his gun still in hand.

“Jeonho,” Taejoo croaked, his voice weak but still defiant. “You think this is over? It’s not. I’ll—”

The secretary silenced him with a swift blow to the head, knocking him unconscious.

Jeonho adjusted his tie, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he turned to leave. His footsteps echoed in the now-silent room, his voice is cool and detached. “Clean this up. And make it quick. I don't want anyone to find his remains no matter what.”

The secretary bowed slightly, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary arrangements. Behind him, Taejoo lay motionless, a grim reminder of the dangers of digging up the past. No one should block his way, he would kill anyone who would try to do that without any hesitation.