Meanwhile, at the Lee estate, Daon had been calling Eunjae for hours. Each time, the call rang and went unanswered. His patience was thinning with every minute that passed. Eunjae was reckless, but tonight something felt different it was too quiet, too long.
Finally, his guard called.
"Sir, we tracked master Eunjae's phone location. He's at The Velvet club"
Daon's jaw tightened, his fingers curling around the phone until his knuckles turned white. Of course it had to be there the one place he despised the most. The pounding music, the flashing lights, the chaos… it was everything Eunjae adored and everything Daon hated.
Without wasting a second, Daon grabbed his keys. His sleek black car roared to life as he sped through the city streets, frustration burning hotter with each turn of the wheel.
The thought of Eunjae carelessly swaying on the dance floor, surrounded by strangers, letting himself go without a care—made Daon's chest twist painfully.
