She stepped forward, her leather boots stopping right at the edge of his bed, looking down at him with supreme, absolute dominance.
"Well, I might not have been in the capital for the last two years, but let's see what 'my' corporate information says about you, Gu Jiyoung."
Jiyoung's smile stiffened slightly, his eyes narrowing.
"Name: Gu Jiyoung," Heena stated clearly, her voice cutting through the sweet incense. "Born as the illegitimate son of a noble family, the child of a mere concubine. The moment the rightful, true heir took over the estate, they threw you out like garbage and sold you directly to this very brothel at the tender age of seven. You survived the absolute worst of human depravity by learning every single dirty trick from the previous owner. Back then, this place was a disgusting, violent den where you were beaten and tortured on a regular basis."
Jiyoung's knuckles tightened slightly around his silver pipe.
