“Who on earth are you? Why are you walking around reeking of blood?” As if trying to verify the scent of blood he had just caught, the man pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I might not know much, but I have a damned good nose for blood. Must be because I’m a dog.” He had just wanted to check. ‘Dain. Do you know what’s buried under the village guardian tree?’ What kind of person was the owner of that place, left behind by her grandfather’s dying words? Yet perhaps the beginning with this man was destined to be twisted from the start. A man who is both the heir to the massive Sihyang Group and closely monitored by the National Intelligence Service. A heavyweight figure who faked his own death and even laundered his identity, Kwon Hee-jae. I can assure you, truly... “What are you going to do if I came here to kill you? Why do you keep talking nonsense?” Licking his dry lips at her facade, he looked at her with a contemptuous gaze and said, “Go ahead, try. Do as our dear niece wishes. To your heart's content.” **This is a 15-rated revised edition.