3 Protection Measures (2/2)

There was not a peep. The workers did what they were best at, they stood still, lifelessly. Not one made the effort to make contact with him.

Minhyun grit his teeth. The silence fueled his anger. There was little time before Yoona would return, yet there was no progress in answers. He slammed his hands against the table, the loud bang echoing through the large room. Everyone leaped in surprise, their eyes heightened with fear.

Finally, one of the maids came forward.

Her greying hair was tied in a bun. The wrinkles around her eyes deepened as she spoke carefully. ”Young Master, not one of us have contacted your father. I was watching everyone to make sure.”

After seeing Minhyun's harsh reactions towards the butler, everyone realized the importance of the young Miss in his heart. They did not dare contact the Master at the time being. To make the call in the midst of the young master was suicide. He would be furious.

However, some of the workers wanted to call the him while in their bedroom chambers. If the Master found out his son was playing and protecting a trespassing girl, surely the tattler would be awarded. This was all for the heir's 'safety'.

Even as a child, Minhyun could read the greed in their hearts. His ability to read the human soul was far advanced then children of his age; a talent he'd gained from his father. Minhyun laughed bitterly before clenching his fists.

”Thank you,” he told the Maid. He turned towards everyone else. ”I hope you all listen well. If any of you contact father about this matter - If he finds out about my newfound friend Yoona, then I will personally make your life like hell.”

The threat pierced their souls, arising a sense of danger.

He continued: ”While my father is away, I am the master of this house. If you run to him, sure, he would award you at the beginning but will he continue to protect you afterwards? My father is selfish. He does not care about any of you. Innocent or not, you will be discarded with the snap of my fingers. In this house, I am the King. Is the unknown chance of being awarded worth it?”

None of them wanted a repeat of the macaroon incident. They knew how insignificant they were compared to the young master. His words only held truth.

When he saw their trembling bodies, Minhyun smiled in satisfaction. ”Hell,” he repeated. ”I will surely make you burn in the inferno of my anger. Make everyone in this house know the consequences.”

Deep down, Minhyun was a nice child. These harsh words coming from his mouth were out of character. However, while playing with his friend, he quickly realized the actions that needed to be taken for his happiness to last. He had to abuse his power to protect her.

He also made a mental note to manipulate the security camera footage to remove Yoona from the film. Even the smallest risks made him uneasy.

For once in his life, he was happy. He didn't want to lose it.