Chapter 12.1

Woo-jin stared blankly at the crown of his skull, which abruptly dug a hole between him and the man. The initial image of unconsciousness was “a bouncy woman,” but after he realized what had happened, he concluded that she was a “nosey woman.”

“What exactly are you?” “I cannot determine where you fit as a female.”

“Seoga Media Seo Hae-gang.”

A woman’s words were potent because the mouths of all the males who were speaking loudly to introduce themselves were closed.

It was not the Seoga Media preceding the name that calmed them. It may be a well-known mid-sized publishing house, but this is not enough to exercise influence among the chaebol’s offspring.

Perhaps it was her name, Seo Hae-gang, that made her approach so terrifying.

To be precise, it will be the Seo Hae-gang-affiliated Moon Ik Group. There are rumors that she will marry a child of Moon Ik, who controls the country’s economy, next spring.

The primary character of the rumor, a 23-year-old woman, was staring at the men with a disapproving grimace on her face.

Because I owe you money, I tried to make you feel as happy as possible, but you spoiled everything. Let’s hear your justification. Why are you so impolite?

When she reprimanded the boys, their faces turned red. Among them, the man who was trying to pick a fight with Woo-jin again lost his fury and approached her, but fortunately, there was a dry hand this time.

What are your plans for addressing the situation?

“Release him. It’s like a young man talking while relying on his posterior! So you’ll simply wait and see? This is a really bad habit.

“Are you completely insane?” Wake up. “This woman’s back is Moon Ik.”

Woo-jin turned his head because he was bored of seeing them become upset and interrupt one another. He believes he treated the actor like a beggar, yet he made friends to save his life.

In the end, the person who couldn’t ignore what his friends said was pulled out of his seat.

The woman, who turned to him only after they had disappeared from view, asked with her eyes drooping in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Woo-jin was able to nod his head because he had not been struck and their comments did not cause him significant pain.

“That’s acceptable. In addition, do I owe you anything?

“Not that way; by the way, I am Hae-gang.”

A woman who introduced herself did not require a grin.

“It’s a little embarrassing to be in debt, but it’s my fault.”

She indicated with her white, lengthened fingers his hand, which had become perfectly sticky after drying off. Woo-jin finally realized she had spilled wine on him earlier.

He rubbed his wine-stained hands together and grimaced. When he was confronted by males who were antagonistic toward him, he initially forgot about it, but after he realized it, he couldn’t wait to wash up.

The woman removed a handkerchief from her small clutch and extended it toward him.

“I don’t believe it will be of much use, but would you like to wipe it down first?”

“I’ve had enough. I am free to wash up.”

Woo-jin winked at the restroom behind him and declined access.

The woman appeared somewhat humiliated by the abrupt rejection, but there was no time for her to be concerned. He went into the bathroom with the plan of getting his hands and head dirtier as he went.

After washing his hands with water, he feels at rest. Woo-jin, who wiped his hands with a hand towel, exited the restroom with his crooked tie straightened because he had previously been grabbed by the collar.

“Excuse me!”

When he turned his head in response to the sound of his name being called, Hae-gang, who was sitting on the terrace where the guys had been smoking, made a loud gesture. Woo-jin surveyed the party and then turned to her.

“Do you have a great deal of free time?” “Would you like to create a counseling center?”

Woo-jin’s eyebrows were raised slightly in an inappropriately personal tone. He inquired, cocking his head as if he did not comprehend.

“Aside from my ideas, do you typically offer counsel to new acquaintances about their concerns?”

Sometimes it’s more comfortable for someone who doesn’t know his circumstances to speak in this manner.

No one in this room has a reputation for being a modern-day Cinderella.

Despite the fact that Seoga Media was not narrow, it was a little store in comparison to Moon Ik. This indicates that Moon Ik is a massive business.

Hae-gang extended its hand in his direction. He believed she was going to shake his hand, but he could not be sure because her palm was up.

“I desire to sit here.”

“As he examines it without holding it,” he says while glancing at the railing. The intentions conveyed within were quite clear. The request will likely demand that he approve it.

In addition to the words of concern, he has been wondering whether it is good. It was improper to reject her, so he held her hand and encouraged her so that she could easily ascend.

“One, two.”

Hae-gang, who was counting, sprang and sat on a large terrace railing. Again, Woo-jin’s eyes were drawn to the party hall, but that was it.

He did not wish to return to the location where his name was misspelled, so he leaned properly on the railing.

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