Do Sejin has had enough. He takes long strides toward her chamber, frustrated by days of silence and not knowing where his daughter Is. How can she act like this? She has to speak. Someone has to tell him what is happening to his daughter. It’s not about this woman anymore. Mi Hi is his lifeline. How can he accept that a murderer is holding his daug

Licking. Sucking. Flicking her clit before digging his face deeper between her thighs, Do Sejin delves his tongue into her cave while listening to her groans and moans.  She grabs his hair, closing

Do Sejin paces in his cabin. The wait is killing him. No, he can’t wait here forever. He should bring Ahn Hana too. She needs to know. Do Sejin goes to Ahn Hana’s cabin and wakes her up.  “Hana,” He whispers to her, nudging h

Do Sejin stills. He stares at Prosecutor Im, unable to say a word. What should he say after hearing this? There are times when he realises that he is too inadequate. Although he can’t call Prosecutor Im Jihoon his friend, he thinks of him in high regards.  

She puts down the glass of water on the table tiredly.  Her former elegance is gone. Grey streaks lie in her hair. There is no trace of makeup on her face. She is wearing the same clothes for three days.