"I'm a big fan of your family," Hyungseok said, a cold grin crawling across his lips, the kind that made the room feel just a little heavier.
Zion leaned back slightly, arms crossed, eyes calm but sharp. "So you already know who I am," he said, his tone laced with confidence, almost amused.
Hyungseok chuckled, resting his chin on his hand. "Of course I do. I wouldn't hand over a hundred million won without doing my homework. Zion Asyphre—the only son of the prestigious Asyphre couple. You're not just anyone."
Zion raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Then you must also know I'm not foolish enough to accept just any deal."
"Naturally," Hyungseok replied smoothly. "That's why I'm offering you one with interest. Thirty percent. Annual increase."
Zion's expression didn't change, but his mind worked quickly. Thirty percent a year... If I leave this place in two years, that's sixty percent total. Harsh terms… but manageable.
He extended his hand with a firm grip. "Deal."
