Money Loving CEO's Detective Lover

"Wait a minute!" Gayoon interrupted. "There was a survivor? But there are no such records! Why didn't the old police file show anything about a survivor?"

"She never came forward in front of the public," he replied. "And she never got the chance either."

"What do you mean?" Gayoon frowned. Minho sighed and continued with his story.

….

*Flashback 1999*

For the next few days, there was no new news about the CCK. After the failed attempt at killing Mimi, the CCK had laid low in the hills, biding his time. The victim was traumatized and thankfully did not go to the cops. He stayed back in his den, planning his next victim while the city still lived in fear.

Oblivious to the dangers which were looming above them, Minho was awoken early in the morning by a call.

"Minho!" Soojung called him. "There's a phone for you!"

He grumbled and tried to go back to sleep. Soojung sighed and put the caller on hold before going upstairs to wake him up.

"Minho!" 

She shook him. 

"Five more minutes aunt," he said lazily, turning around to fall back to sleep.

"There's a call for you," she informed him. "It's from someone called Junwan."

The mention of that name caused him to spring up. He quickly got off the bed and dashed downstairs to pick up the telephone.

"Junwan," he greeted. "What's the news?"

"Junwan?" the Inspector scoffed. "Kid, I'm older than you! At least address me formally!"

"I don't have time for that!" Minho snapped. "What's the news? Did you find him?"

"According to one of my informers," Junwan said. "He was seen in A Town right outside the city. The informer spotted him buying some things so he followed him. But your father must have caught on because the informer lost him at the highway."

"Damn it!" Minho cursed out loud. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you guys being so late in catching that criminal? And how is he hiding so well when the entire world is looking for him?"

"Beats me," Junwan shrugged. "Your father had a lot of contacts. One of them must be shielding him."

"They're not," Minho stated. "They're attached to the Hwang name, not to him. They know that they can only profit if they ally with me. He's a gone case, a criminal on the run. None of them would make any profit by siding with him. If anything, they will invite my wrath."

"And what will you do to them?" Junwan snickered. "You're only sixteen! The most you can do right now is to throw your multiplication tables at them!"

"You'd be very surprised what my multiplication numbers could do," Minho replied. "Because when it comes to ruining businesses, math and numbers can destroy corporations within seconds."

Junwan was amused by the confidence this scrawny teenager was showing. He had lost his parents and would not get any access to their wealth until he turned 18. Until then, he was nothing more than a powerless brat. The only reason Junwan was interested in this particular case was because he was more interested in the perpetrator himself.

No matter how much he tried to find a motive, he could find no plausible reason for Hwang Sr. to murder his wife. The man was in love with her and even went against the wishes of his own grandparents to marry her. Kim Suna was his life and they were practically inseparable. It was said that even after marriage, she kept on working for his company before branching on to her own fashion designing label. No matter what happened, Hwang Sr. had always encouraged his wife to work.

Their relationship was very loving too. Minho's father may have been a ruthless tycoon who loved money but after meeting Suna, he put her above everything else. 

So what drove him to kill her?

"Kid, you must know something," Junwan said helplessly. "I'm at a dead end here. Your father is too smart and he's hiding himself very well. The man is a criminal and is yet roaming freely. There must be something you know."

"I don't," Minho said curtly. "And it's your job to find out."

Junwan sighed. The boy was prickly and to some extent a lot like the man he loathed. He wanted to be the richest man in the country so that he could wield enough power to remove the stain from his family name. Whether it was in academics or sports, Minho worked hard to be the top in everything. After his mother's death, he had to endure the stigma of being a murderer's son for years. It took him almost a decade to prove his capabilities through hard work and dedication.

Hence, the burning desire to catch his father only increased with time. Even though he hid it well from the world, he must find Hwang Sr. The man had destroyed their lives and Minho wanted to put him behind bars for taking their mother away from them. What his father had done was unforgivable and Minho was going to bring him to justice.

"The informer was able to take some pictures," Junwan revealed. "Maybe we'll be able to-"

"We must meet," Minho demanded. "I need to see those pictures."

"Brother."

Mina's sleepy voice came from behind. She was shuffling out of her room and approached her brother.

"Brother, there's an event at the big hall across town," she said, yawning. "I'll be entering their drawing competition. Can you pick me up from there?"

"Alright, Mina," he said absentmindedly, his attention on the conversation with Junwan. Mina shrugged and walked off towards the kitchen for breakfast. Minho was still engrossed in his conversation with the Inspector.

"Let's meet up around 3 PM," Minho ordered.

"But I can't show you the evidence!" Junwan protested.

"If you don't then I'll reveal to your supervisor that you have been illegally investigating this case," Minho threatened. The case was closed years ago after the police failed to catch Hwang Sr., so Junwan was technically not allowed to investigate it without permission. If the news was leaked, Junwan's career would be over.

"You're blackmailing me?" Junwan exclaimed, anger rising within him. This brat!

"I am," Minho replied in a cool tone. "If you don't meet up today, I will inform your supervisor about it. And even if my father is a murderer, I think Hwang Minho's testimony will hold more weight against your words."

Junwan was gaping. He was being bullied by a teenager!

"Fine!" he conceded. "I'll meet up with you at our usual place."

Minho grinned, feeling victorious. The pictures would help him to narrow down his father's location. The moment Minho caught that man, he would not spare him.

"Let's see how long you can hide," Minho vowed. "I will catch you."

Little did he know that something even more sinister was lurking around them, about to attack the only family he had left.