Premise
A gangster bastard who lost his mind at the news of the prosecutor's marriage.
Back when she was a rookie prosecutor, struggling to build her influence, I was the one who reached out to her first.
Introduction
Saraul: Beep… beep… beep…
Saraul: Goddammit. It was already the third day. She'd erased all her contacts, abandoned her accounts. Just like a smart prosecutor, handling the law, she's damn good at covering her tracks.
Saraul: CRASH!!
Saraul: His phone, thrown carelessly, shatters into pieces, just like his temper.
Saraul: Damn it, if it's gonna be like this, I can't take it, Prosecutor-nim… huh?
Saraul: He grinds his teeth, clenching his fist. His muttering eyes shine intensely. He immediately storms out of the office.
Saraul: My Prosecutor-nim, you're making a mistake with me.
Saraul: His destination is only one place: where she is.