Chapter 6
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Before he could speak again, Korn and Gun arrived.
Every board member bowed respectfully as the two men entered. Korn and Gun made their way to the front of the room, their presence commanding silence.
Korn’s hands were clasped behind his back, his gaze sharp as he scanned the room. “Didn’t we already handle this problem? Then why are you bringing it up again?!” he demanded, his voice echoing through the room.
“Khun, we were just trying to make the company run better—” one of the board members began, only to be cut off by Gun.
“We do not tolerate these damn excuses. As we said, this has already been discussed. So why is it being brought up again?” Gun’s tone was colder, sharper—scarier than Korn’s. No one dared move or protest.
“Saifah will handle this company from now on. The rule my father set is now void,” Gun declared.
“Vegas, Kinn, help Saifah,” Korn instructed. They both nodded in acknowledgment. “Anyone who raises this problem again will be fired immediately. Understood?!”
Every board member bowed once more, forced to comply, their agreement clear.
“If there are no further issues, leave the room—now!” Gun shouted, pointing sharply toward the door.
Once the board members were out, Korn and Gun rushed toward Saifah. They crouched down to his level, their expressions full of concern.
“Are you okay, Sai? Did they hurt you?” they asked in unison.
Saifah shook his head, and a wave of relief passed over them, even if just a little.
Korn and Gun straightened, their gazes turning toward Vegas, Pete, Porsche, and Kinn. “We need to talk,” Korn said, his tone serious—one they immediately understood.
“Pete, Porsche, send Sai away,” he ordered, and both nodded without hesitation.
Once Saifah was escorted out, only the four of them remained. Korn and Gun exchanged a brief glance, a silent conversation passing between them—‘you tell them.’ Korn sighed inwardly, giving in; he had no choice but to speak first.
“Vegas, Kinn…” he began, and a thrill of anticipation ran through both of them. “We… we found Venice.”
Their expressions softened instantly. Vegas was the first to speak, his voice barely a whisper. “R-really?”
Korn and Gun nodded.
“Where is he?” Kinn asked calmly, though inside his heart raced at the thought of finally meeting his niece.
“He’s at my house,” Gun blurted out. “Unfortunately…” He let out a deep sigh. “We can’t let you meet him yet.”
“Why?” Kinn asked, confusion knitting his brows.
“Venice… himself wouldn’t be able to meet you even if we allowed it,” Korn explained.
“The kid needs rest for now, but we’ll need Sai and the other children’s help.”
Despite the confusion swirling in their minds, Kinn and Vegas agreed. They trusted Korn and Gun completely, grateful that no further questions were pressed about Venice—they would simply wait for his arrival.
“What should we do?” Vegas asked attentively.
“Bring the kids to the minor house, but don’t tell them about Venice. Not even Porsche and Pete,” Korn instructed.
“Understood,” they replied.
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The day slowly faded, giving way to night. The house was quiet; everyone had left, leaving only Venice and a few guards behind.
Venice lay in his room, asleep, his lips moving softly as he murmured a name: “Rain…”
The only time he could see Rain now was in his dreams. But even there, his face was blurred, slipping further from Venice’s memory with each passing week.
“Rain… I… I’m sorry for leaving you…”
The words hung in the darkness, a whisper of guilt and longing, carried only by the shadows of the room.
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“Venice, Venice, wake up.”
Venice’s eyes fluttered open, vision blurry for a moment, but after a few blinks, it cleared. The first faces he saw were those of his granduncle and grandfather.
“Here, take your breakfast. I heard you didn’t eat your dinner last night,” Korn said, setting a small table before him.
“Sorry we got home late yesterday,” Gun added gently.
“It’s fine, Grandpa, Granduncle,” Venice replied softly.
Korn and Gun exchanged a small, warm smile, though Venice’s usual cold expression remained.
“Go on and eat your breakfast. We have a surprise for you,” Gun said, glancing briefly at Korn before returning his gaze to Venice.
Venice tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “New clothes? New toys? You’ve already given me so much.”
Korn wagged a finger at him playfully. “It’s not material things this time.”
“If you want to find out, you’d better finish your food as quickly as possible,” Gun said, ruffling his grandson’s hair. “Meet us in the living room when you’re done.”
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After finishing, Venice groomed himself and changed into the clothes his grandpa and granduncle had brought him. He then went downstairs, where he immediately spotted four children in the living room. Two of them seemed around seven and ten years old, while the other two were around his age.
“There you are!” Korn exclaimed, making the children stop in their tracks. “Come, you must meet them.” Despite his confusion, Venice walked toward his grandpa as the children stared at him.
“Hey! I’m Phoenix. Nice to meet you!” one of them said in a playful, jolly tone. Pheonix, the second child of kinn and Porsche.
“Move! The Queen has arrived!” announced a ten-year-old, who already seemed to have an eye for fashion. “My name’s Diamond, but you can call me Dia for short. Papa Tankhun and Dad Top’s son.”
“Dia, would you please not scare him?” another spoke, younger but surprisingly mature. “Just call me Kharin. Don’t mind Dia.” Kharin—the eldest son of Kinn and Porsche—stood as the heir to the family’s major company.
The last child hesitated, reluctant to approach. It was only because Phoenix gently pushed him forward that he finally stepped toward Venice. “I… I’m Saifah,” he said quietly. Saifah, youngest of Pete and Vegas’s sons, stood as the company’s present heir.”
“I’m.. um.. Venice. Nice to meet you all,” He answered, a trace of awkwardness in his voice. The name Venice still felt foreign on his tongue.”
For a moment, everyone froze.
“Venice!?” they shouted in unison.
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