[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 340: Rosiee

Park Jihyo kept her mouth shut and stared at the floor. She bowed her head in a sort of defeat and made herself as small as possible.

Park Jimin placed a warm hand onto Rose Yang's lower back. He did not need words to intimidate insignificant things like Park Jihyo. Her meager shares in the company and a brief mention in Park Hwan's will was enough to provide her social standing in the family.

Rosè Yang saw there was only one empty chair at the table, reserved solely for Park Jimin. She found this indirect insult very amusing. She stared straight at Park Minjun who took a leisurely sip of his tea. He was engaged in a conversation with Park Daniel. It seemed the only person who heard the smack-talking was Lalisa Park and Rosè Yang.

Park Jimin noticed the lack of a chair for her and was prepared to go home. He had spent less than an hour here and he was already fuming on the inside. No one would leave this place unscathed. While he stood there, Kim Namjoon and a team of people were already on their way tanking the stock market for certain companies. Investors will begin pulling out soon. They would never know what hit them.

He briefly glanced at Rosè Yang and saw her willingness to stay here and tolerate this madness. There was only one seat open and he was not going to allow her to fend off the piranhas by herself. His bitter eyes shifted to Park Jihyo.

"Scram." He growled.

"P-pardon?" Park Jihyo squeaked out like a mouse, her eyes going wide.

It was at this moment that Park Minjun finally spoke up. "Ah, Jihyo, you have returned." He saw the woman approaching and glanced around the table in search of an open chair. His eyes wandered over to Park Jihyo.

"Jihyo, your aunt seems to be calling you." He pointed to the table beside them, forcing her to read in-between the lines: Get up and give the seat to Kang Seulgi.

Park Jimin's gentle clutch tightened into an unbearable grip. "Do not test my patience." He seethed, a rumbling noise coming from his chest.

Park Hwan enjoyed the show with a glass of wine. He wondered how territorial Park Jimin could get. He couldn't figure out if it was a good or bad thing. Currently, it was dwarfed to a negative perspective. When he discovered the mission to target Chou Tzuyu, he briefly thought it was vengeance for Lalisa Park. That is until Kang Boyuan brought up Chou Tzuyu and Rosè Yang's unpleasant past.

"I am your father, do you think you can hurt me?" Park Minjun's patient words held a perilous edge to it.

A shadow covered Park Jimin's face, turning everything around him ghastly and stiff. The atmosphere became unbearable. A strong breeze circulated around the area, willowy ghosts clambering from the Netherworlds. It came to the surface, hiding behind his threatening frame. "I have my ways."

Kang Seulgi could not feel any more uncomfortable than she already was. She knew it was a mistake to come here. All she wanted to do was go home and snuggle into the comfort of her bed.

It was already embarrassing as it was to show up here when she didn't hold any impressive position by Park Jimin's side anymore. For some reason, whether it was by chance or force, all of her previous accomplishments were flushed down the drain.

No one seemed to care or acknowledge the fact that she used to be his private assistant and one of the most loyal members of his team. It was also because everyone here was wealthier than the other, and her family was at the bottom of the food chain. The Sus were well-off but their money was a joke to these people.

Over the past few weeks, she was forced to think about her life. Everything she did was always set up by her family. When had she truly lived for herself? Did she like Park Jimin because her heart wanted her to, or was it because she was programmed to behave like that?

"You always seem to forget who's in charge now." For the sake of respect, Park Jimin left out the part where Park Minjun never stepped foot in the Underworld.

Being the eldest, Park Minjun should've been the first to volunteer. Instead, he turned his back to his designated path and went down the good route for 'clean money.' He had forgotten where his roots stemmed from and that there was no such thing as clean money in this world. Everything was handed to him on a golden platter, he never worked for it. Whatever position he presumed was because Park Hwan planted him there to be useful.

Park Jimin was different, not because he wanted to, but because it was forced upon him. Park Hwan made sure of that.

Park Hwan hid his entertained smile behind a sip of his tea. It was bitter and tasted woody on his tongue. This show was simply too entertaining for him to comment on. A face-off between son and father.

It was foolish of Park Minjun to pick Kang Seulgi's side over Rose Yang. He knew it was because his oldest son still thought his father favored the former.

Nam Heejin knew she had to put an end to this before they began to garner unnecessary attention. She opened her mouth to say something but her husband interrupted her.

"This is not how I raised you to behave. You're bringing shame to the family." Like everyone else in his family, Park Minjun was good at upholding a poker face. No one could understand what he was thinking. It was a facade that every one of the Park's tried to cultivate. When half of your relatives were as backstabbing as the Park's , it was the smartest thing to learn.

"You never raised me." Park Jimin unsympathetically replied. Shame to the family? Was he describing himself?

Park Minjun 's clenched jaw ticked. He didn't need to be reminded that he abandoned his son. He didn't need to remember he was a coward for not being able to go against Park Hwan. That was why he was very thorough in the way he raised Park Daniel. He wanted to show his father that his way of teaching was equally correct in raising a spitball of a weapon.

Park Hwan saw it was time to end this discussion. Pairs of unwanted eyes had begun to travel to the quiet dispute. "Rosie."

Rosè Yang's spine stiffened. When her grandfather called her that, she became warm-hearted because it was the same name he used to call her as a child. But, something about the way Elder Park said her name made her uncomfortable. The hairs on her arms raised, goosebumps forming. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

She didn't have a chance to reply.

"Come and sit down beside my granddaughter." He gestured toward Park Jihyo's occupied chair.

'Father, she is not family.' Park Minjun desperately wanted to say. But he wisely did not. If he had done so, Park Hwan would've severely roasted him with words.

Kang Seulgi didn't know what had happened to her prowess and confidence. Usually, she could find a way to sink her nails into the hearts of people and get things done her way. Her greatest weapon was her words and the way she could manipulate everyone around her. Tonight was different. She had been a ball of jumbled words, stuttering sentences, and dry replies all night long.

Park Jihyo desperately looked at her mother for help. The woman jutted her chin to the other table, requesting for her daughter to stand the hell up. 'What are you waiting for?!' Her mother seemed to scream with her eyes.

With no choice but to abandon her chair, she slowly stood up. She had the decency to politely nod her head at Park Hwan and scurry off to the other table where her aunt already had an empty chair prepared for her.

Kang Seulgi did not miss the dirty look Park Jihyo tossed at Rosè Yang.

Park Jimin considered gouging Park Jihyo's eyes out. He was sure she didn't need them anymore, especially after glaring at his woman.

Rosè Yang seemed to have read his mind. "Don't."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You considered it." She gave him a pointed look. A ghost of a smile lifted at the corner of his lips. She knew him too well.