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Rossie Port sprawls before the eyes, delighting the senses with enchanting charm for everyone who visits.The morning sun emits gentle golden rays, piercing through thin clouds and illuminating every corner of the buildings across the dock.The sturdy wooden pier gleams with a natural sparkle, touched by the occasional splash of seawater.Traces of soft sand along the pier remind visitors of the ongoing ebb and flow of tides.Coconut trees sway, their leaves dancing in the cool sea breeze, creating a soothing harmony.However, all the beauty presented does not bring joy to Arren.On the contrary, the situation invites unpleasant memories from a past he does not want to remember.Once again, the image of that rose, the golden rose he despises, appears before him."Clark! Tell me! Is this Rossie Port?"Clark freezes momentarily before looking at Arren with a gaze that hints at hidden emotions."Yes...""W-what!"Arren can't believe what she hears. The joyful cries of seagulls seem to sin
"Sir! Ugh... Sir!""Errgh... ugh! You're so delightful, Darling." Adam Hart lay limp beside the entertainer who warmed his bed tonight.Amidst his busy pursuit of getting Arren back, he still found time to indulge in pleasures like this. All thanks to the pocket money provided by Abigail Rossie."Will you call me again, hmm?" the woman teased, her fingers starting to caress Adam's helpless masculinity."Yes, of course. Don't give your time to other men ...."In the midst of the heat of their room, a loud crash at the door startles them."Adam Hart?!"Adam jumps in surprise, hastily covering his wrinkled, exposed body."A-Abbey! What are you doing!""You dare have fun at a crucial time like this! Trash!"She angrily throws her bag at Adam.The slut next to him has been screaming in shock.Several uniformed men push into the room, forcibly guiding the woman out."Let me go! Let me go! My clothes!"A guard throws a blanket to cover her reddened body, a result of the customer's lustful att
(20 years ago)Mr. Rossie is a war veteran. He managed to return to his territory safely, thanks to a miracle.On the day of his return, Mr. Rossie brought a boy who was said to have saved his life. The child managed to prevent Mr. Rossie from stepping on a mine hidden in the hunting area, and as a sign of gratitude, Mr. Rossie took the brave child to his Mansion.The child's name is Clark.Mr. Rossie once said, "I want you to be a light, like brave children in general." These words left an impression on Clark, who then vowed to protect the Rossie family for the rest of his life.Several years passed, and Clark became a brave teenager who became Mr. Rossie's wingman. He carefully observed the situation in Rossie County before finally starting his first assignment as a supervisor at a very young age.The Master trusted him to give him such a big responsibility. Most of the Mansion's territory was handed over to him. Clark became a respected figure and played an essential role in the sec
Over time, far from the Rossie region, Clark honed himself through various physical and weapons training, seeking self-preparation and employment. He joined mercenaries, undertaking dirty jobs for a handful of coins—stealing, killing, kidnapping—embracing the problematic work with his acquired skills. The promises made by the Big Boss faded away, leaving Clark detached from the once-promising opportunities.Nearly a decade passed, and the teenager became a mature, resentful man. One day, a proposition arose to eliminate a young lady, but Clark refused. Despite being a mercenary, he adhered to a principle: no harm to women or minors. Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life.Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Ma
Decapitating the Young Master was a routine task for Clark.The man fell with a single sword stroke.Clark was a cold-blooded killer, unhesitant to be covered in blood when necessary.Yet, the turmoil in his chest persisted.Emptiness and anger still roiled within him.Clark sought revenge on the Rossie family for shattering the dreams they once promised.He felt deceived by the unfulfilled promises of a brighter future.This drove him to seek vengeance on the family that had given him false hope.If only the Big Boss hadn't adopted him or whispered sweet words like honey, Clark wouldn't feel like a parasite.Expectations clashed with reality.His once-fiery dreams lay shattered, and his high expectations crumbled into dust.The disparity between promises and reality was painfully apparent as if his existence had been belittled.Eventually, Clark had to become a mercenary to continue his life.In despair and rage, Clark could not embrace the dark figure he never imagined.Strategic and
"Clark... how did you know this place? Are you... a spy sent by my grandmother?"Clark appeared frozen, not even bothering to deny the mistaken assumption of the young lady.He couldn't hide the ambiguous feelings within him.Clark had become a despicable guard, somehow craving his master's love.If he could scream right now, Clark would surely curse himself for acting like modern-day trash."I--I..." his voice choked. Unusually, Clark was hesitating."Clark! Speak!" Arren began shaking Clark's slumping shoulders.The man was not in his usual state."Your grandmother gave me a task...""So? All this time? Argh..."Arren looked dizzy, almost about to fall.Clark quickly caught her with one hand before the girl's head hit a stone."Ar--are you just pretending to be my lover? My savior? All of it?"Arren's face turned pale. She felt utterly helpless, betrayed by Clark, whom she had trusted, leaving a profound wound in her heart."Arren... I can explain."Slap!"Remove your hand!"In an in
The grandmother's wrinkled eyes somehow brought a strange feeling to Arren. This soft-hearted girl, of course, didn't have the heart to demand an explanation from her grandmother, because the woman looked fragile and weak.However, Arren's inner turmoil said otherwise. She had to know all the tricks of the old woman, who had messed up the structure of her life. Arren's jaw began to harden when her grandmother smiled as if she was innocent.How could that old woman be so cold-hearted and show no remorse at all? Arren was very sick of seeing her.“Arren, sit down. Would you like a cup of hot chocolate?” asked the grandmother, while guiding her granddaughter to the meeting sofa.The touch of her hands remained warm, as if there had never been any problems between them before. However, Arren was really annoyed by her grandmother's attitude, who seemed to have forgotten all the bad actions she had done to her family a long time ago.Arren really didn't want to stay there any longer."Grandm
Adam Hart was seen biting his fingernails until it were bleeding when the call he was waiting for did not get a response."Damn it!" He slammed the telephone receiver on the table in anger."How was it? Where is the murderer? Why isn't she picking up your calls?" said Abigail grumpily.The woman looked annoyed because Adam didn't give her the results she expected.Abigail had lost her patience because Arren was nowhere to be found."Stop nagging, Abbey! I don't know where she is either!" said Adam curtly, who, this time, seemed to be glaring at the telephone with pent-up anger.He was also panicked, just like his sister-in-law. How could he know everything? If the killer he sent never gave a report."Go to her base! You fool!""I don't know the new base!""Good grief!!!" Abigail threw her bag at Adam with overflowing emotion. In her entire life, she had never cooperated so recklessly like this.Adam Hart is a complete idiot and incompetent man. Abigail felt sorry for handing over the c