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Protect the tender happiness.

What does the death of the owner of one of Thailand's largest empires bring? Is it the greatest tragedy or the happiness of detractors?

A graceful young man stood by his father's photograph, already just shaking hands with those who came and bowing in greeting. The assistant standing next to him, assigned by his uncle, whispered the names of the suitable people, their status and the format of their relationships. It seemed that all the golden light of Asia had gathered here.

Boonmi, a young man of twenty, his father's pride, his uncle's favorite, now in this luxurious hall, did not understand how his father's funeral differed from the social rounds he periodically attended with his parent.

Ayson Sansiri has been the owner of Sansiri Group for more than 18 years. After the untimely death of his wife, the young man, with the support of his brother-in-law, started an apartment and home renovation company. Gradually the business grew, and ten years later Sansiri was recognized as a quality builder. Now, it is a corporation with subsidiaries in China and Korea. Sansiri has strengthened its position in urban development, trucking and importing, entertainment and tourism, and investment.

While it was Ayson who managed all areas in Thailand, the development in Korea and China was handled by Chakan Surayud. Ayson's wife's younger brother, his right-hand man and best friend. He was the one who allowed Boonmi's maternal inheritance to be invested in starting the business, on the condition that no matter how many wives and children there were in the future, it was the boy who would be the sole heir.

Chakan loves Boonmi like a native son. He adored his sister, and could not break his promise to her to take care of the boy.

The child always lived in an ideal world filled with happiness, joy and kindness. Two men surrounded him with love and care. The best nannies, private schools. Despite this, Boonmi was not disconnected from reality.

Trey, who had once come into the house as his uncle's bodyguard, became Boonmi's not just protection, but a loyal friend. When his father took the child to the best galleries on the planet to see in the original the work of a famous author that his son liked. Trey was a guide to the world of life of "mere mortals". But right now, it's time to show Boonmi and the shadow side that 19 years of hiding from the kid.

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"Look, I realize it's hard for you right now, but with time you'll figure it all out," Chakan was saying.

"Uncle, I'm an artist, what management? I haven't even finished university yet," the slender guy resented, gathering his hair into a Boon at the back of his head.

" Unfortunately, it's not something you can give up right now. Yes, an appointed person can take the president's place. But what I'm about to show you today can only be led by an heir. Starting today, you're gonna have to grow up, kid. It's time to learn how the money for your brushes and canvases is earned," though your uncle spoke sternly, his eyes shone with love and genuine concern.

"Trey, do you know where we're going?" - Boonmi asked his friend when he realized the car was pulling out of Bangkok.

"I know, but you'd better find out from your uncle. That's not my area of expertise. For now..." - The boy replied.

Trey is only a few years older than the young master, possessing a sharp mind, excellent physical fitness and inhuman intuition, has been protecting Boonmi for over three years. After successfully preventing an attack, on the lad, his uncle left him to work in Thailand.

Trey is only a few years older than the young master, possessing a sharp mind, excellent physical fitness and inhuman intuition, has been protecting Boonmi for more than three years. After successfully preventing an attack, on the boy, his uncle left him to work in Thailand.

Trey was born and lived in a poor neighborhood in Seoul until adulthood, earning a living and helping his mother by ordering fights. When he was 18, Chakan met him at a fight club and offered him a job as a bodyguard. Within a year he had mastered not only all available weapons, but also the control of various equipment, piloting, as well as continued to hone hand-to-hand combat. The guy quickly got into the structure of the business and quite well understood the economic issues.

After the guy rescued 16-year-old Boonmi, Chakan offered him to stay and protect the only heir. Noticing Trey's phenomenal mental abilities, he provided him with correspondence education so that he could actively help his nephew in the future. Also for the last two years Trey was in the circle of trusted people of Ison, in matters of shadow business.

A motorcade of five cars entered the territory of some factory. Hangars, perimeter guards, iron wire shocks.

Boonmi looked around dazedly.

"Boon, this way," Trey called out to his friend.

The boy's first impression was that he was in some kind of action movie. Armed men, huge rooms that at first were mistaken for a factory were open areas separated by shipping containers and wooden crates. Climbing the iron stairs, Boonmi, Trey and Chakan, accompanied by guards, made their way to the office space.

The usual glossiness of the head office was absent here. Boonmi's eyes only grew rounder with each step. After walking down a short hallway, a spacious office opened up in front of the heir.

"Now, the Enthil is yours," Chakan said as he approached the shaded panoramic window.

Boonmi stared in awe at the picture presented to him. A system of corridors and dead ends, a makeshift gymnasium, a couple of rings, recreation areas. On the other side, behind a huge glass wall, a shooting range was visible, and just like in the ring, people were practicing there. On the side opposite to where the guy was, there were several dozen cars parked. It really looked like an anthill, unsightly on the outside, inside it's a whole system.

"Kid, let me introduce you, the new official of the Sansiri Group. This is Niran. He has taken over the president's chair today. In addition to taking care of the company, he is my confidant, and will also advise you on Ant-Man matters. You will still handle all major matters with Trey,'' the uncle said in an official tone.

"But what is this? What is all this?" - Boonmi looked alternately at either Chakan or Trey.

At that moment, some rummaging began from the side of the window. The men doing their tasks suddenly armed themselves, taking what seemed to be a familiar position, ready to attack.

"Boss, we have guests. Khun Pattana urges you to let him in, he's here in person," came over the walkie-talkie Trey was holding.

The guy raised his eyes to Chakan and the latter only nodded. Boonmi didn't understand anything about what was going on. Watching the ant hill, panic gripped his heart.

"Level two hold target, level one secure the corridor," Trey commanded, in a tone unfamiliar to Boon.

Now he didn't recognize in the serious and intimidating man, his friendly, always smiling friend.

Down below, the movement began again, the men in two rows creating a passage directly from the entrance to the iron staircase.

There were three people walking down the lively corridor. A huge man, compared to most, he was a head taller. And two wearing suits similar to the ones Jung and Lim work in. The bodyguards his uncle had put in place after the accident that killed the kid's father.

"In the center, that's Vago Pattana, runs his parents' business, came into the business after his father died, ten years ago. Main competitor in the main business, is currently an ally of Anthil. Now he's the first of the most powerful and violent men in the circle," Trey spoke, informing Boonmi habitually.

"Why now?"

"Because your father is murdered."

As if hearing that he was being discussed, Vago looked up at the window. Confident that he was being watched, he smiled broadly. Though Boone would characterize it as a predatory grin.

"He's not Thai?" - Boonmi asked.

"Talk it over later, window!" - Tensely commanded Chakan.

Trey immediately pressed some button under the table and the window became as mirrored as it looked from the outside. Chakan told Boonmi to sit at the head of the table, Trey stood at his right hand, and Jung and Lim behind the guys. Uncle himself and Niran sat on the couch. This incomprehensible to Boonmi castling of positions, tacitly made clear the balance of power, for whoever entered.

The door to the study opened, the three men taking up nearly half of the available space. Niran was the first to stand up to greet his guest.

"Good afternoon, Vago, what brings you to us so unexpectedly?" - The man smiled.

"I cannot share your joy at seeing you, the containers that were to be shipped today are still not at sea" said the guest.

If Boonmi had been asked to write this man's voice, he would have painted a thick fog on a frosty day, with his throat catching from the cold and a hoarseness emerging. The guy had a baritone like that and the purest Thai speech without an accent.

"Khun Sansiri is just dealing with this matter, as you know, today was the inauguration of the new president. And there was increased attention to all company facilities this morning. And a weapons tanker is not easily disguised," Trey immediately replied.

"Khun Sansiri? Ahah! Really, Chakan?" - laughed the man.

"Vago, let me introduce you to my nephew, Entheel's receiver, Boonmi Sansiri, he will now be in charge of everything," Chakan introduced him by placing his hand on his nephew's shoulder.

"You decided to bury the whole family one by one? What can this brat do? Is he even of age?" - Wago continued to taunt.

"Khun Pattana was a little older than me, if I remember correctly, when he took over his father's chair. So what gave you the right to doubt, and look down on me?" - Boonmi said in a muffled voice.

The boy had no idea what was going on in this building, who this man was, what weapons were being talked about, but he would not allow himself to be humiliated by anyone, even if that person looked so harsh and three times his own size.

" The kittens were not given a word to say. Trey. Send an invitation to the wake," the man said as he left the room.

As soon as the guest left the office, the window immediately became transparent.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on here and who are all these people?" - Boonmi said as he watched the guest leave at the sight of a dozen rifles.

"Trey will bring you up to speed. Right after we leave, after we introduce you to the staff," smiled his uncle.

"Five minute standby on the formation," Trey gave the command and the men outside the window simultaneously headed for the exit on the firing range side.

***In the car***

"I want to know everything about this baby. From blood type and food allergies, to the spermogram of the last person he breathes next to." - gave the man's orders.

Vago Pattana, a strong, ruthless, but fair man. Despite the environment he had been forced into as a child, he had always remained a principled and honest man.

A large man, far from the standard appearance for Thais. A handsome European looking man, tall, broad shoulders, large hands. All the qualities that should by nature help one to survive in the challenging climate of Canada's Northwest Territory.

The guy received the name Pattana when moving with his mother to Thailand at the age of 3 years. The girl who fell in love did not hesitate to rush to the other side of the world.

Wago was born in the county of Kent, the village of Rexton. The man's cold heart, like the climate of his historical homeland, does not know high temperatures. The big man's green eyes change like the green of his native forests, from the color of morning needles on a sunny day, to the dark emerald of the maple crown of a centuries-old oak in the thick of the woods.

An adoptive father invested in the boy's life and his formation. The man, as soon as he married Vago's mother, had declared the child to be the company's successor. Pattan's family, though they objected, did not have the strength to oppose the man's word. After Wago was officially adopted, all the children born carried their mothers' surnames. Thus, he became not a Canadian stepchild, but his father's hope and the future of the family. This was a child with unlimited possibilities.

However, it cannot be said that Vago was spoiled. His task was to learn, to develop in all possible directions. Sports, art, politics and stock exchanges. Despite his father's seeming "pressure", Vago knew and understood perfectly well that he had to absorb all knowledge and skills. Since only his father would give him the reins of power, he would be able to survive based only on his own strength and knowledge.

Already being in his first year at the Faculty of International Relations, Vago was introduced to the shadowy part of his father's business. That's how he understood what his military training was for, and why his father said that everything would come in handy in life. At 23, he became a director of one of Pattan's divisions.

"Raon, I also want you to find out the full circumstances of Iason's accident. Something tells me the same person is cleaning up the old men, in case there is a connection to my father's death," the man looked at his assistant and he nodded.

Raon had been working for Vago for twelve years now, since he had worked for the main company. After his father's death, he was one of the people the boss trusted and accepted into the new team.

Hamhaeng Pattan's death was ruled by authorities as accidental. At that time, the 25-year-old heir had yet to put himself in the public eye, but he never gave up on the idea of finding the culprit.

That the gas cylinder explosion was accidental would only be believed by a simple city dweller. But too many rivals crawled out at that point, and it was hard to figure out who exactly was responsible.

After sending his mother to live in sunny Cyprus for a year, one by one Vago removed traitors from the company, blocking the way to success of the competitors. Someone tried to fight, someone bowed his head, not getting into the territory of interest to the man.

The peculiarity of his work was that he hardly ever got his hands dirty directly, nor did he pay others to kill. Only those who betrayed him personally died at Vago's hand, looking him in the eye. He would gather information, dirt, and send it to that person's enemies.

If we are talking about competitors, it is worth saying that at the right moment the authorities began to take an interest in the activities of the companies targeted by Vago.

In time, the man got on the same page with Sansiri's company. If external relations seemed like an equal struggle between the two giants, in reality, everything was divided in advance.

The shadow world expected Chakan to be Sansiri's successor. But who knew that they would choose a kitten to take the place of a killer whale.