The Chaebol Family’s Youngest Daughter Doesn’t Hide Her Acting Skills - Chapter 67

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Episode 67

 

My steps toward the main house felt heavy after receiving Grandfather’s summons. Was he dissatisfied with my acting? Or was he worried about my identity being exposed?

 

Through the door opened by his secretary, I could see Grandfather with his brow deeply furrowed.

 

“…Sit down.”

 

I swallowed dryly and sat in the chair across from him. Grandfather tapped his fingers on the desk, tap, tap.

 

“Sae-i.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“I have something serious to ask you.”

 

As expected. Something was definitely wrong. I tensed up and clasped my hands together.

 

Grandfather moved his lips with a grave voice.

 

“…So, does So Ji-min die at the end?”

 

“…What?”

 

I doubted my own ears.

 

“Well, looking at those internet posts, there are many speculations about a sad ending. Even in the preview…”

 

“…”

 

“Tell me honestly. If you die, this grandfather won’t be able to watch from heartbreak. How could I bear to see my granddaughter close her eyes?”

 

Grandfather demanded spoilers with the most serious face in the world. My tension completely dissolved.

 

Suppressing the laughter that was about to burst out, I moved my lips.

 

“I don’t die, Grandfather. It’s a happy ending, so don’t worry and just watch.”

 

“Really? For real?”

 

“Yes, for real.”

 

Only then did Grandfather’s expression melt like spring snow.

 

Grandfather muttered “thank goodness, thank goodness” while pulling out a thick document envelope from his drawer and handing it to me.

 

“Here, take this.”

 

“What is this?”

 

“A scenario.”

 

A scenario? The kind I know? I opened the envelope and checked its contents. The director’s name stamped on the first page immediately caught my eye.

 

[Director Kim Seong-rok]

 

“…Director Kim Seong-rok?”

 

Could the person he wanted to introduce be…

 

With wide eyes, I looked at Grandfather.

 

Kim Seong-rok. He was a living master of Chungmuro who had grasped both artistry and commerciality. A legendary figure who had produced ten-million-viewer films and swept international film festival awards.

 

But something was strange. The title was unfamiliar.

 

<Deboning>

 

In my memory, there was no such work in Director Kim Seong-rok’s filmography.

 

Moreover, no matter how much I searched through my memories of the future, there was no information about him releasing a new work with this title.

 

‘…Was the production canceled?’

 

According to the original history, it might have been scrapped or disappeared as an unfortunate masterpiece that never saw the light. Or perhaps my regression had caused a butterfly effect.

 

“Director Kim sent this directly saying he absolutely wants to cast you. Read it and if you like it, give it a try.”

 

“…Thank you. I’ll go read it right away.”

 

I held the scenario to my chest with trembling hands.

 

A love call from a master!

 

With an overwhelming heart, I bowed and was about to leave the study when Grandfather called me back.

 

“Oh, and Sae-i.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’m proud of how well you did this time, so I want to give you a reward.”

 

Grandfather smiled brightly and held up one index finger.

 

“I’ll give you one wish ticket.”

 

“…A wish ticket?”

 

“That’s right. Whatever you ask for, I’ll grant it unconditionally just once.”

 

Though his tone was playful, his eyes were sincere.

 

“Whether it’s money, buildings, or even company shares, it doesn’t matter. I’ll give you whatever you want, so use it carefully.”

 

“…!”

 

I gasped.

 

A blank check from Chairman Joo Taeback of Dongwoo Group. This was an offer equivalent to winning the lottery.

 

“A wish ticket…”

 

I muttered blankly. My mind raced quickly. Where should I use this incredible card? An apartment? Land? Investment? Or…

 

‘I should save this for when I completely drive out Uncle later.’

 

I should keep it as a hidden card to flip the board at the decisive moment. I nodded solemnly.

 

“Thank you! I’ll use it at a really, really important moment!”

 

I left the room excitedly like a child who had obtained a precious treasure.

 

I didn’t know then.

 

That the really, really important moment would come from a completely unexpected place.

 

***

 

Woon Seong-ha, Dojehyeon, and I. The three of us gathered after a while to practice acting.

 

Since Dojehyeon had a scheduled appointment and would join later, while waiting for him, Seong-ha warmed up his voice and I sat in a corner and opened the scenario Grandfather had given me.

 

<Deboning>

 

From the moment I turned the first page, I couldn’t even breathe.

 

The chilling air of a slaughterhouse reeking of blood, and a woman’s gaze even colder than that, vividly pierced through the dialogue and stage directions.

 

The hellish orphanage ‘Angel’s House’ run by a criminal organization.

 

The protagonist Suhee, who was the only one to escape from there and lived hiding her identity at a slaughterhouse.

 

One day, when the siblings she left behind in hell returned as gruesome corpses, she grabs a knife and seeks revenge against them in this hard-boiled action.

 

This wasn’t just a simple revenge story.

 

The beauty of each scene was already dripping from every stage direction. Cruel yet sad, disgusting yet impossible to look away from with overwhelming absorption.

 

‘…This is insane.’

 

I felt thrilled.

 

This was a monstrous work that would be a domestic hit at minimum and sweep international film festivals.

 

I wondered why this masterpiece hadn’t come to light in my previous life.

 

While reading as if enchanted, my gaze stopped at one role.

 

[Dojin (early 20s): The son of the house where Suhee hides. A man who notices her criminal activities but instead of reporting her, silently wipes the blood from her cheek.]

 

The only character who gives human warmth to Suhee in the brutal revenge story.

 

Because he loves her unrequitedly, he doesn’t condemn her for becoming a murderer driven by revenge, but rather throws his whole body to protect her – a pure romantic.

 

In a way, a character like the seasoning of the movie.

 

As soon as I read it, one person’s face was perfectly drawn in my mind.

 

“…Seong-ha.”

 

I called Woon Seong-ha, who was in the middle of warming up and stretching.

 

“Come here for a moment.”

 

“Huh? Why?”

 

Seong-ha approached while wiping his sweat. I pointed to a page of the script with my finger.

 

“Look at this. This role called Dojin, doesn’t it seem totally perfect for you?”

 

“…Perfect for me?”

 

“Yeah. This is totally you.”

 

Woon Seong-ha read down the stage directions following my finger.

 

[Late night, the freezer of the landlord’s slaughterhouse]

 

[Suhee, wearing a blood-soaked apron, washes the blood pooled on the floor with a hose. Her hands tremble. In the corner, something already avenged is piled up in plastic.]

 

[Then, the iron door opens and Dojin enters. Dojin alternately looks at the blood on the floor, the plastic, and the dazed Suhee.]

 

[Instead of leaving, Dojin quietly locks the door. He approaches Suhee and takes the hose from her hands]

 

[Dojin: (Calmly) Give it here. I’ll do it.]

 

[Suhee: (With bewildered eyes) What…?]

 

[Dojin: You go outside. If anyone asks, just say I went crazy and did this.]

 

[Suhee: Are you out of your mind? Do you think this is some kind of child’s play…!]

 

[Dojin: (Interrupting Suhee) You have to live, Older Sister. You got caught by me so carelessly, yet you’re pretending otherwise while your hands shake like that.]

 

Woon Seong-ha’s eyes deepened as he read the script.

 

The emotions of a man who, even after witnessing a crime scene, felt no fear but was willing to sacrifice himself to protect her came through completely.

 

“…Wow.”

 

Woon Seong-ha let out a short exclamation.

 

“How is it? He seems crazy but cool, right?”

 

“A role where someone wants to protect another unconditionally… I can understand it, so I think I could do it well.”

 

If he took on this role, Woon Seong-ha would rise to become the nation’s unrequited love interest and stimulate the needs of countless women.

 

“When the audition opens, you absolutely have to apply. Got it?”

 

“Got it. I have to do whatever Sae-i tells me to.”

 

Woon Seong-ha smiled shyly. We put our heads together and excitedly talked about the scenario for a while.

 

Then, breaking the silence, Woon Seong-ha’s phone rang loudly.

 

“…?”

 

Woon Seong-ha’s expression subtly hardened. Looking at the clock, it was past 10 PM.

 

‘At this hour?’

 

An ominous feeling crossed my mind.

 

Woon Seong-ha, who had no friends other than me, couldn’t possibly have anywhere to receive calls this late at night. His only grandmother also went to bed early in the evening.

 

An unsaved number. His pupils trembled finely.

 

“…Just a moment.”

 

Woon Seong-ha spoke in a stiffly hardened voice as he picked up the phone. He glanced at me and moved to a corner of the practice room.

 

“…Hello.”

 

What words came through the receiver? Woon Seong-ha’s body stiffened rigidly after answering the phone.

 

“What do you mean. Why is grandmother….”

 

The face that had been flushed while reading the scenario just moments before was instantly drained of all color, turning white as a blank sheet of paper.

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