The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 100

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Episode 100. I Won’t Forgive (8)

“Kang Jun-woo came by?”
“That’s what I’m telling you. Kang Jun-woo came straight to the Outcast classroom and dragged him to the Management Research Club.”
“Dragged him?”
“Well, he went along with it, so it amounts to the same thing.”

At the entrance to the Cafeteria.
Kang A-ri had been buzzing with anticipation at the thought of sitting at the same table as Ha Tae-ung again today.

The unexpected bombshell knocked her for a loop.

The rumor had already spread like wildfire through every corner of the school.

‘What on earth is this?’

Lately, lunchtime at school had become her favorite part of the day.

“They took Tae-ung?”

Park Ji-ung, who’d been waiting with her for Ha Tae-ung, looked just as shocked.

Kang Jun-woo was Cheonghwa High School’s genuine Crown Prince—everyone knew that.

This had to be about Ha Tae-ung ignoring Kang Jun-woo’s summons in the Cafeteria last week.

“My mom said he’s got Ha Ryun Group blood. But he’s a Deposed Crown Prince.”
“A Deposed Crown Prince?”
“His dad got kicked out of the group.”
“Re… really?”
“So he’s not the real Crown Prince.”
“Then what’s he being so full of himself about?”
“That’s what I’m wondering too.”
“Didn’t he say he had lots of money?”
“Did he actually inherit anything?”

The kids pooled their gathered intelligence.

This was the result of their intensified information-gathering on Ha Tae-ung since the Grand Auditorium incident.

And now, parents well-connected in their own right had joined the hunt for the truth.

“The Outcast is finished.”
“Acting all high and mighty… turned out to be a fraud?”
“Hah. This is justice right here.”
“If he got dragged off by Kang Jun-woo…”

Whisper, whisper.

The bored students relished the gossip with their full mouths.

Kang A-ri’s expression hardened as she listened.

“A-ri, are you okay?”

An A-ram noticed her stiffening face and asked.

“Of all people, why Kang Jun-woo?”

Park Ji-ung was worried too.
There was no way to handle someone like that.

‘But still!’

Park Ji-ung steeled his resolve and found his courage.

Ha Tae-ung was the friend who’d pulled him back from the brink, from the corner where he’d nearly been destroyed.

He couldn’t turn a blind eye now that his friend was in trouble.

Park Ji-ung’s gaze fixed on the New Building.

Just as he was about to take a determined step forward—

“Wait wait wait! Kang Jun-woo made the Outcast vice president of the Management Research Club!”
“What?! Vice… vice president?”
“What’s going on? He’s a fraud!”
“Oh my God!”

The mood flipped in an instant.

Ha Tae-ung, riding high with newfound confidence after the Grand Auditorium incident.

And the real Crown Prince Kang Jun-woo had just acknowledged him.

“Is it true?”
“The club president just sent a group chat to all the members.”
“Whoa.”
“So what happens now?”
“Will the Outcast…?”

The chatter ceased all at once.
They’d backed themselves into a corner.

Ha Tae-ung, who had proven himself before countless students in the Grand Auditorium.

He had become… the genuine article.

* * *

“Kang Jun-woo really did that?”
“Yeah.”
“The Ha Ryun side won’t be happy about that.”
“Really?”
“Hyo-ju. Cheonghwa isn’t just any ordinary high school.”
“…You’re right.”

Lee Hyo-ju nodded at what her mother said.

After school, Lee Hyo-ju had come home.

She’d gotten quite a shock at school today.

Kang Jun-woo, with his reputation for pride, had made a bold move nobody anticipated.

She’d expected real trouble, but apparently they’d just shared a sandwich in the President’s Office, the two of them alone.

Unprecedented in Kang Jun-woo’s history.

Kang Jun-woo didn’t even go to the school cafeteria.

He ate only the lunch box that his mother, Go Mi-hee, prepared with such care and love.

And especially the President’s Office—no one was allowed inside without permission.

Lee Hyo-ju had never even set foot inside it.

It was like a sanctuary where Kang Jun-woo spent time alone.

‘What did he see in him?’

Lee Hyo-ju couldn’t make sense of it.
Everyone who needed to know, knew the score.

Ha Tae-ung was cast out from his conglomerate family.

He claimed to have lots of money, but the exact amount was never verified.

He even had a record of openly refusing when Kang Jun-woo called for him.
And yet… vice president?

“Jun-woo is supposed to be a sharp kid.”
“He is. Very sharp.”
“Then he must have seen something in Tae-ung.”

Lee Hyo-ju’s mother was thinking along different lines.

“Like what?”
“He’s different.”
“…Different how?”
“Even I can see that Tae-ung has a light about him. Jun-woo saw that too.”
“A light…?”
“Keep your eyes open and you’ll understand someday why your mother has such high regard for him and trusts him.”

Han So-eun smiled softly as she watched her thoughtful daughter.

“Still, I’m worried. The Ha family is known in these circles for being ruthless…”

Kang Jun-woo’s involvement—one foot already planted in Ha Tae-ung’s affairs, with the Ilseong Group as his maternal backing.

Han So-eun had a premonition about what kind of ripples this would create going forward.

The bloody wars that conglomerate heirs must wage.

Ha Tae-ung had unwittingly fired a flaming arrow at the Ha Ryun Group.

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“The city lights are beautiful from up here.”

Crisp British accent, sharp and unmistakable.

After school ended, she had come home.

There was a visitor scheduled for tonight.

Late evening, nine o’clock.
The guest arrived, having been pre-announced to the concierge.

The visitor was a blonde beauty in her mid-twenties.

After shaking hands, she naturally gravitated toward the window.

There were only a handful of places in Seoul where you could see a night view like this.

The glittering heart of Seoul, visible in panorama from on high.

“It’s perfect!”

Her name was…

He hadn’t expected her to be a tall blonde beauty in a long coat that suited her perfectly.

It was perfect—dazzling.

Her proportions were so artistic, professional models would pale in comparison.

The English he’d once studied so hard for job hunting was finally paying off.

There were traces of sensing too.

Appetizers weren’t necessary in this atmosphere.

“Thank you…”
“Let’s go with Bear as a name.”
“Bear?”

He’d decided there was no need to use anything unrelated.

“Thank you. Bear~”

Judging by appearances alone, the scene was odd.

“Of course. It’s a VIP order after all~”

The moment these reached his hands, the real overseas investment would begin in earnest!

But Isabella’s eyes were full of curiosity.

Her blue eyes gleamed like a sunlit lake.

“…??”

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