Scars of the Dead (9)
"We're home, Young Master," the chauffeur stated as he parked in front of the mansion. Siwan was glum all through the ride but masked it with his cold expression. He was still fuming over how Hwang Jina had embarrassed him in front of everyone. That girl did something to him that night and he was determined to find out.
Did she drug me? He wondered. It was possible that she had slipped something in his food or drink to catch him unaware. But that was not possible. She would not have gotten any opportunity to drug his food. Moreover, he clearly remembered the events. Things were flying on their own in his tent. A mere girl could not do that alone. She had help from someone.
But who?
"Sir, we're here," the chauffeur said, raising his voice a little.
"I know!" Siwan snapped. "You don't have to tell me."