[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 364 - Old Tiger

Kang Seulgi knew he was coming soon. It wasn't because she was still his employee and had connections. He was the type of man who would violently retaliate when something happened to his woman. And currently, Rosè Yang was nowhere to be found.

Rosè Yang's existence seemed to be wiped off the surface of Earth. No one could track her down. No one knew what had happened in the office, all except for Kang Seulgi. The security cameras in RY had been off the entire day and no one knew about it until Kim Namjoon stepped forward to request the footages. Supposedly, it was an inside job, but no one has figured out who it was.

Kang Seulgi slowly rose from the floor and made her way to the broken vanity mirror. There was a massive crack running down the middle. Even so, she sat in front of it. Her shaky hands ran over the bruises on her face, the busted lip, and the large gash on her forehead. She was surprised she didn't die from the beating. She could never win against her father in a fight.

Her room was in disarray. The bed was torn apart, curtains slashed, tables flipped, and priceless jewelry pieces were on the floor. Pearl and jade beads were scattered throughout the entire room.

Her eyes lifted to the mirror where the crack seemed to ironically split her face into two. She wanted to laugh at the message behind it. Shaking her head, she began to put on make-up to cover her marks. A guest was coming and she had to make herself presentable — even if no one knew he was coming, except for her.

With the foundation cushion in one hand, and the other pulling her hair back, she realized how foolish it would be to put make-up on for Park Jimin . Her crazed eyes scanned the make-up on her vanity and in one fell swoop, it clattered onto the floor. The sound of bottles falling was music to her ears and watching all of the palettes go into ruins was like staring at a painting drawn by Leonardo Davinci.

Everything there was not brought with her money nor was it at her will. Every piece of make-up she learned to apply was not taught for herself. Everything was given to her by her father. Her weapon was not supposed to be any guns or knives. It was her undeniable beauty and the flower between her thighs.

Kang Seulgi stood up and walked to gather her purse where she pulled out the wad of cash bound together by a yellow rubber band. The cash was offered to her this morning by a man she never expected to see. The irony of this situation was enough to make her feel disgusted to the core.

Men were so quick to betray. He was wagging his tail for Rosè Yang two months ago and now he was finding ways to bring her down.

Kang Seulgi shook her head and tied up her long hair with a rubber band. The messy bun on top of her head revealed her ruined face. She wore it like a trophy. Today was the first day she went against her father, and despite the battle scars, she felt proud of it all.

Picking up the wad of cash, her lips tilted up into a smile. They were here.

She opened the door and walked down the halls with her chin up and shoulders back. The servants didn't flinch at the sight of her battered face. It used to be a daily occurrence. However, they were surprised to see the hits were on her face and not her body.

Wasn't Kang Seulgi's face her money-maker? It was the only thing Kang Boyuan cared about when it came to his daughter. Now that it was ruined like this, what was he going to care about from now on?

She could hear the sound of helicopters and cars rolling up near the front entrance. Servants rushed past her in a rush to greet the guest, but she went against the grain and continued walking towards her desired direction.

"Father." Kang Seulgi addressed when she opened the door without his permission. Her eyes scanned over the discarded clothes on the floor, the distinctive black and white clothing of a servant amused her.