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... ose words, Kwon Seonwoo didn’t explode in anger. He merely asked in a cold, emotionless voice, “Why did you give such an order? That boy is your nephew, isn’t he?”

Ironically, it was Kwon Hyuk who displayed emotion. He let out a hollow laugh for a while before replying, “Father, are you seriously asking me that? Or have you finally lost your mind?”

Kwon Seonwoo's eyebrow twitched. But even then, Hyuk didn’t stop talking.

“Isn’t that what you’ve always demanded of me?”

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