Mr. Adam sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his piercing gaze locked on his son. The air in the office felt heavy, charged with his anger. His voice thundered, almost shaking the room.
"You're being reckless, William! You're the heir to the Adams empire, yet you go out partying every night. Do you even think? We have enemies! They've tried to harm you, even kidnap you. You've been lucky so far — but luck won't save you forever!"
William straightened, his jaw tight. His eyes burned with defiance.
"I'm not a kid, Dad. I can take care of myself."
Mr. Adam slammed his palm on the desk. His face twisted with disbelief.
"Take care of yourself? You don't even care about your safety! And worse — you flaunt around with every young, beautiful girl you find. Do you want to get yourself killed? Or worse?"
William shrugged, his voice careless, almost mocking.
"What's wrong with living a happy life? Partying is fun, Dad. I don't see the harm."
Mr. Adam's face turned red, his voice rising.
"Fun? You call that fun? That 'fun' will ruin you — and this empire. You need to settle down. Get married. Find a wife who'll keep you in line."
William let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head.
"Married? You want me to marry now? I'm still young! I don't need a wife telling me how to live."
That was the final straw. Mr. Adam's anger boiled over.
"Listen to yourself, Will! Foolish talk. Since you refuse to listen, I'll act. I know the kind of woman you need, and I'll find her. You'll marry her. This nonsense ends here."
William's eyes widened. A flicker of shock cut through his defiance.
"What do you mean? What kind of girl?"
Mr. Adam's lips curved into a smile cold and unreadable.
"You'll see soon enough. I've had enough of your antics. It's time you grew up."
William's face darkened, his voice low and bitter.
"Father… let me live the life I want. I don't want to end up like you — trapped in this office, drowning in meetings. That's not me. I won't pretend to be someone I'm not."
The older man's eyes hardened as stone.
"Get out. You're making me angrier by the minute."
William's chest rose and fell with fury. He stood, fists clenched, and stormed out, slamming the door so hard, almost making the walls to trembled.
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Rage pulsed in William's veins as he marched down the hallway. His father's voice still rang in his ears, every word clawing at him. Why couldn't the old man just let him live? Why did everything have to be about rules, image, and the empire?
He wanted freedom. Fun. Life without chains. Not endless pressure from a family name he hadn't even asked for.
It was always the same fight. His father paraded "responsible" ladies before him. He refused. The argument spiraled. His father demanded answers, he said "non." And then came the shouting. Always the same. Always exhausting.
He burst into the garage, breathing hard. Cool air brushed his skin, His eyes landed on his sleek, black Lamborghini Huracán. For a moment, he forgot his father. His chest loosened.
He slid into the leather seat, the smell of polish and newness wrapping around him. He pressed the ignition. The V10 roared alive, vibrating, he grinned, his anger fading into adrenaline. He shifted gear, and the car shot forward, tires screeching as he sped into the night.
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Minutes later, he pulled up at Min-Soo's house. The Lamborghini purred as he parked. The door shut with a heavy thud. William rang the bell, his mind still buzzing with anger.
The door swung open. Min-Soo leaned casually against the frame, a grin on his lips.
"Hey, Will! What's up, bro?"
William brushed past him, his face tight.
"Not in the mood for your jokes tonight, Min-Soo."
Min-Soo chuckled, following him in.
"Ah, come on. You're always wound up. What's eating you this time?"
William dropped heavily onto the couch, rubbing his face with his palms. His voice came out rough.
"My father. He won't stop. Always telling me what to do. Now he's talking about marriage. Says I need a wife to keep me in line."
Min-Soo's grin softened. He sat across from him, nodding slowly.
"Man, that's rough. Family can be a real pain sometimes."
As they talked, Min-Soo poured him a glass of wine. The sound of footsteps came from the hall. A girl appeared, gave William a polite greeting, then slipped out the front door without a word.
"Don't mind her," Min-Soo said easily. "Just a friend crashing here."
William raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He downed the wine, letting the burn ease his mood. Then he let out a bitter laugh.
"My dad's serious this time. He's planning to find me some 'decent lady.' Like I need that. What would I even do with a boring, proper girl who can't even keep up with me?"
Min-Soo laughed lightly. "Forget the family drama. Let's talk about something better… like the party next weekend at your club, Eclipse."
William's eyes lit up instantly, the spark of mischief returning.
"Yeah! I've got ideas. Invite the hottest models in Seoul. Make it a night nobody forgets. And the after-party? My hotel, the Azure Lounge. Only VIPs, of course."
Min-Soo shook his head with a grin. "Always about the ladies, huh? And that first-class treatment."
William smirked. "What can I say? Life's too short not to enjoy it. And with my empire behind me, this party's going to be legendary."
They laughed, the tension fading as the night rolled on. Wine bottles emptied. Jokes flew. For a while, William forgot about his father nag..
Eventually, sleep dragged at his eyes. He slumped onto the couch, mumbling something before drifting off. Min-Soo looked at him, shaking his head with a smile.
"Guess I'll clean up tomorrow." He slipped away to his room, leaving William sprawled, snoring softly.
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Morning light poured through the curtains. William groaned awake, his head pounding slightly. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around at the empty bottles littering the table. With a yawn, he pushed himself up and stretched.
The smell of food drifted from the kitchen. Curious, he wandered in to find Min-Soo cooking, a spatula in hand. Min-Soo turned, grinning.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!"
William scratched the back of his neck. "Morning. What's cooking?"
"Bibimbap," Min-Soo replied. "Want some?"
William shook his head, grabbing a glass of water.
"No thanks. I need to head home before my dad blows up my phone."
"Family drama again, huh?" Min-Soo teased, shaking his head.
William didn't answer. He just sighed, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.
The Lamborghini gleamed in the morning sun. Sliding into the seat, he started the engine, the roar filling the quiet street. Without another word, he sped off into traffic, the city swallowing him whole.