Tuning out Aera's persistent nagging, Cheon Areum's gaze drifted past her—drawn to the sleek black car that had just come to a halt at the graveyard's gate. The moment Yoon Seoyul stepped out, his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed squarely on him as he began striding toward them. Cheon Areum glanced down at his phone, the call still stuck on ringing, and silently ended it with a tap.
"Why didn't you pick up my calls..."
He said while sulking and pouting. Yoon Seoyul had never ignored his calls before, had he?
"I was in a meeting with the high-class hunters who came back to the country for assistance."
Yoon Seoyul checked his phone as he spoke.
"My phone is on mute."
