Luther and I along with Aunt Mee were having an early lunch when Johnson came rushing into the dining room. “Chairman Kim is here and he asks--.”
“When did I have to seek permission from a bodyguard before I can enter my own house?” he asked as he strode inside. His voice sounded irritated, but the emotionless expression on his face kept in place.
“What do you want?” Luther asked, not sparing his father a glance.
However, Chairman Kim’s eyes were fixed on Aunt Mee who was seated next to me and facing him. “And when could a servant eat along with her master?”
Quickly, Aunt Mee was up to her feet, her lips quivering more than ever. Then, she bowed so low her head was almost touching the table. I thought that was her way of apologizing. The next second, she scurried away while bringing h
