All Chapters of The Secret Organization: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

  "Please protect my kid, please. Even if the world turned against him, stay by my son's side.""I will. I will."Minghao looked at his old master’s son who was standing in front of the slightly opened door. The hand around the doorknob was trembling. His mouth hanged loose while his eyes shook in tremor.For long years, Minghao wondered why the relationship between Harvhey and Joshua turned bitter like this; in a way that the son who despised his father, just stayed behind the door while looking at his sick old man. While serving Harvhey, Minghao can tell that his master does love Joshua. He did his best protecting the child even if he was being pushed away. It was as if he was fine following his son from the shadow, with hands on his curved back, because he couldn’t dare reach him within his grasp.After listening to Harvhey and Celine’s conversation, Minghao and Joshua now found out the truth. &n

Celine's POV Only few people have the privilege to witness the HongYoonChoi's leader's burial; the two remaining leaders with their children, mister Fredd, Wonwoo, I and his right hand, Minghao. Uncle Harvhey's burial place is a private location where white lily blooms and butterflies roamed freely. The wind was calm, not cold, not warm. I caught myself glancing at the next tomb where Mrs. "Glory Hong" resided. They say that death is the last place where you can prove that love lasted till forever. However, while I'm looking at Joshua's back as he stared at his parent's tombs, my heart sank deeply. 'I wondered if his eyes went dried for crying so much, just like mine.' Jeonghan stood beside me, here on my right side and on my left side was his sister, Almond. What expressions did others make, I don't know. I was busy on my own; trying to sooth what's wei

  Slave and his master don't eat together. Even during the monarchy dynasty, a servant mustn't sit at the same table with the nation's King; and that's what Wonwoo thought while looking at Minghao, sitting beside Celine. "So, he's going to eat lunch with us?" a simple yet disrespectful question from him. Minghao's eyes slipped slowly towards the guy across them. The table is surely big, but the intensity their stares hold can feel by each side. What baffled Celine regarding her fake brother and her new aid was: 'Why can't they get well along together?' she asked deeply while switching her gaze to them. "Your father..." Celine bit her tongue and looked around just in case someone heard her. Then she changed her first words, "I mean...father Fredd, told us that Minghao will be with me starting from now on." "I know," Wonwoo chuckled. "I didn't mean to shoo him away with my que

  [Joshua is the new leader] "As expected." [Should we reveal her identity?] "No. We will wait for the perfect time." She dropped the call and looked at her wobbly reflection on the tea. Her skin is hanging loose and the top of her head has grey hairs. Hunching her back, the old woman folded her hands. "All this time, you were hiding your daughter," she whispered, alone in her room. "But until the end, she can't escape your shadow." A sinister smile followed as her eyes seek for Celine's picture on the table. Who is this old woman? For Celine's father, she is someone that he never saw but he resented for a long time; the person responsible for his wife's death. The HongYoonChoi organization is not a playground. Everyone seeks power by killing and betraying. Celine's father was a

As the Wen's only heir has arrived home while in a deep sleep, two of the trio tend to his room and waited for Junhui to wake up. Meanwhile, Seungkwan was left alone with the guest, miss Celine. Right at the place when Yoon siblings and Junhui had a talk, Celine sat down across him and enjoyed the tea that was serve together with a cake. After taking a sip, Celine stared at the tea that is rich in fragnant. ‘This is good,’ she complimented inside her head. Unknown to her, the tea that was serve is called Da-Hong Pao Tea. At $1.2 million per kilogram, Da-Hong Pao Tea is the most expensive tea in the world. This variety has been declared a national treasure by the Chinese government and dates back to the Ming Dynasty. But when Junhui when to China, he successfully had two kilos of the tea, with his connection. [“If I have an important guest, make sure you’ll serve this”] It was Junhui’s command to his attendants. Therefore, Seungkwan decided to use the tea for