The Youngest Son of Sunyang (Reborn Rich)

[003] A Servant's Life 3

When I arrived at Chișinău International Airport in Moldova after a 16-hour flight via Vienna, Austria, something unexpected happened.

"Manager, you've worked hard. Are you tired?"

Two men suddenly appeared. They were from the secretary's office. Muscles concealed under tight white shirts and sharp, cold eyes. Why are these guys waiting for me in Moldova?

In an instant, my legs went weak, and I staggered.

The vice chairman's words were all true, except for one thing. The part about the prosecutor's investigation ending with the disappearance of the funds.

That needs a slight adjustment.

The overseas funds were withdrawn by Hyun-woo Yoon, the manager of the Strategic Planning Department at Sunyang Group, and then they disappeared. These funds were intended for investment in Moldovan infrastructure development by the group, not embezzled by the owner's family from company funds, and... blah blah blah...

This is what the prosecutor's announcement will look like.

And once the public's attention fades away, there will be a small, inconspicuous article at the bottom.

Former Sunyang Group Manager Hyun-woo Yoon Dies from Drug Overdose.

An unidentified body found on the southern coast of France has been identified as Mr. Yoon Hyun-woo. Blah blah blah...

The two men who greeted me will eventually plunge a knife into my heart or blow my head off with a gun purchased in Moldova.

How did it come to this? It's been a whopping 13 years.

Toiled like a dog for 13 years, showing loyalty, only to be discarded like this! And to make matters worse, it's death!

I thought that as the right hand of the eldest son of the vice chairman's position, I would at least achieve a title higher than a department head when he became the chairman. I even dreamed of the sweet possibility of becoming a vice president at one of the subsidiary companies, if luck was on my side.

But the fact that a servant is becoming a butler ultimately shattered my dreams. Even to become a butler, you need the support of your family and your background.

A servant remains a servant forever. Although we've transitioned to a more equal society after the caste system disappeared with the end of the Joseon era, we're still just wage earners. Now, it's not about your lineage, but about your education and connections—new forms of social status.

Damn it.

Even a butler needs to be born with a prestigious educational background in this filthy world. It's really messed up.

Unpacking my luggage at the hotel, I received the stern gaze of the two men.

"Manager, please get a good night's sleep until the bank opens tomorrow morning," one of the secretary office employees said.

I hadn't slept a wink on the plane. Overwhelmed with the exhilaration of finally being promoted to the butler position and imagining the promising future ahead, sleep eluded me. Even now, lying on the hotel bed, I couldn't find sleep. The thought that my life, lived so fiercely until now, would come to an end by tomorrow morning filled me with dread.

I spent several hours lying in bed, trying to close my eyes, but eventually, I got up. It was the middle of the night. The secretary office employees, or rather, the butlers I was staying with, would surely be fast asleep by now. Escaping is the only option to survive.