When I Loved You

ou in any way possible—”

“Cut the crap.” Muyeol put an end to the peaceful atmosphere, causing Mr.
Cha’s dark eyebrows to furrow in anger.

“Tell me, why should I share the project which I established with my team with someone else?” Muyeol asked arrogantly.

“What do you think? Do you think this business revolves around you? And what do you mean, sharing the project? For the company to develop and gain profit, you need as much support as possible! And all you can think about is yourself?” Mr.
Cha said icily.

“Yes.
The project is proceeding successfully, so I’m going to be in charge of it, just as I have been so far!”

“Wait, Muyeol! I don’t mean to steal your accomplishment,” Jaeho explained before turning to his fiancée, “Oh, I’m sorry, Heesu.
My brother is pretty competitive.”

Muyeol’s lips lifted into a cynical smile; so this was all Mr.
Cha’s plan to embarrass him in front of Jaeho and his fiancée.
He was being pressured into exposing his bitter, angry side in front of everyone.
But Muyeol didn’t let it bother him.
“Who would believe the words coming from an ex-drug addict, Mr.
Cha?”

The smile on Jaeho’s face fell.
But Mr.
Cha pointed at Heesu with his chin.
“She’ll assist Jaeho in many ways.
She’s the third daughter of K group’s CEO, and is an efficient diplomat with connections with high-ranking officials in Istanbul.”

Mr.
Cha had never planned to discuss anything with Muyeol to begin with.
There was no room for any compromise or understanding; as always, he simply announced his decision.
Mr.
Cha desperately wanted to put Muyeol’s contribution down by having Jaeho and Heesu take the spotlight.

“I refuse.
My team’s work will be affected by the change.” Muyeol stood firm.

“Being unable to control a team is a reflection of your ability,” said Mr.
Cha.

“Then, is squandering a project a reflection of your ability? When I asked you for your support, you ignored me, but now that the contract is on the verge of completion, you’re throwing it away?”

“Cha Muyeol! How dare you talk to our father like that?” screamed Jaeho.

Muyeol ignored Jaeho again, continuing to address Mr.
Cha, “Do you think it’s possible to put me down at the stockholders’ meeting next year by forcing me to share my project with an ex-drug addict?”

Mr.
Cha grabbed the ashtray on the table nearby and flung it at Muyeol.
“How dare a filthy-blooded b*stard like you talk to me like that!”

It happened so quickly that Muyeol couldn’t avoid it; the ashtray hit his shoulder with a thwack.
But Muyeol didn’t reveal even a hint of emotion, calmly picking it up and placing it back on the table.