The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 101

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Episode 101. I Won’t Forgive You (9)

“You’re going to invest in coins?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”

Snack time, after the private tutoring session had ended.

Go Mi-hee, who’d left work late after putting in hours at the office, asked in surprise while peeling an apple.

Her son—he’d never shown interest in anything outside of studying.

His goal was admission to Seoul National University’s business school.
Throughout his years at Cheonghwa High School, he’d never slipped from the top ranks.

She took quiet pride in a son like that.

Her husband’s living image, after the accident had taken him from her.

She loved him so fiercely it hurt to be apart.

For such a son, she’d begun preparing his inheritance early.

Not just the Ilseong Hotel shares her father had left her, but the Ilseong Electronics stake as well—already transferred to him.

Year-end dividends alone brought in tens of billions after tax.

She’d set aside a substantial sum from those dividends into his allowance account.

There was nothing he wanted for.
But coins?

“A friend recommended it.”
“A—a friend? Who?”

Go Mi-hee was taken aback.
Her son’s relationships with classmates weren’t exactly smooth.

Most of them called him the Crown Prince, treating him like nothing but a celebrity.

They were wary of the implicit weight that came with the Ilseong name.

She’d always regretted that, and now suddenly—a friend?

“Hah…….”

Kang Jun-woo popped a slice of apple into his mouth and smiled with an uncharacteristic lightness.
This wasn’t her son’s usual composed expression.

‘Who on earth could this friend be?’

Go Mi-hee hadn’t yet heard the report about what had happened around her son today.

It had been a day when she herself was busy running around because of the VIP recruitment event.

“That’s fine, isn’t it?”
“It’s your allowance to spend as you like, so…….”
“I’m going to use leverage.”
“Leverage? On coins?”

Go Mi-hee was aware of the recent coin market collapse.

In the wake of the Luna coin crash, other coins were melting away too.

Leveraged investment in such a market?

“Yes. I think about three times would be appropriate.”
“…….”

Go Mi-hee closed her mouth and swallowed hard.
At least it wasn’t a higher multiplier.

“Your friend recommended this? What does this friend do?”
“Ha Tae-ung.”
“Ha—Ha Tae-ung? The Ha Tae-ung from Ha Ryun Group?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t he a year behind you?”
“He’s older than me. So we each bent a little.”
“…….”

At the mention of Ha Tae-ung, her son’s lips curved into a smile.

“He even set the timing for you?”
“Yes. He said I should enter it sometime next week.”
“Really, do you think it’ll be alright?”
“The feeling is good.”
“The coin?”
“No. Him.”
“Is that all?”
“Actually, he reminded me of grandfather.”
“……!!”

Her father, the former Crown Prince of Ilseong Group, whom her son had admired and followed closely.

Reminded him of grandfather, the man who’d been Korea’s top business leader?

“Mother.”
“What? Yes, Jun-woo.”
“Can I invite him over sometime?”
“You mean—this friend of yours?”
“Yes! I told him I’d invite him to the house!”

In Go Mi-hee’s eyes, her son Kang Jun-woo looked genuinely delighted.

‘Alright, I’ll see him in person and judge then.’

Go Mi-hee trusted her son above anyone.

If he saw something of his grandfather in this Ha Tae-ung, he was no ordinary person.

If he turned out to be less than expected, she could always reconsider later.

Ha Ryun Group was one of the top ten conglomerates she herself found difficult to handle.

With their resources, they could easily block the path she’d worked so hard to lay for her son.

“Alright. Tell me when you decide on a date.”
“Okay. Mom, I love you~”

It’d been a while since she’d heard those words from her son.

A smile bloomed across Go Mi-hee’s face.

Seeing her son happy, she found herself grateful for Ha Tae-ung’s existence.

His favorability score just went up by one point.

* * *

The Korean man was flustered by her proposal.

His name was Ha Tae-ung.
She didn’t even know his age.

A phone number was all the information she’d been given.

He’d retained a high-net-worth overseas legal services firm in London, England.

It wasn’t included among the Magic Circle—the UK’s five largest law firms.

But among boutique firms, Hales Law Firm was at the very top.

British Virgin Islands, Cayman Islands, Bermuda, and beyond.

They facilitated the discreet wealth multiplication and investment of the ultra-wealthy.

Isabella had personally taken on this Korean VIP client’s engagement.

Since childhood, she’d been drawn to K-POP, K-food, and Korean culture.

Despite her family’s opposition, as the youngest, Isabella had pursued the path she wanted.

Unlike her older brothers, bound to family duties, she lived entirely on her own terms.

Fortune had smiled when a client request came in from Korea.

They wanted a private equity fund corporation in a tax haven where they could trade options, derivatives, and coin investments.

She’d immediately begun searching for available properties.

Listings had grown scarce.

A client requesting property at such a juncture.

Far above the caliber of the shoddy listings traded online.

Contracts minimum fifty thousand pounds each.

Payment in coin.

His manners were impeccable.

So she’d cast her line.

She wanted to be an investment partner.

Isabella had inherited a special gift from her family.

The Third Eye—the ability to recognize fortunate people.

In that regard, this Korean man she’d hired on to represent was the equal of any world-class magnate she’d ever encountered.

“It’s quite an unexpected proposal.”

The surprise passed quickly.

His eyes showed no vulnerability to feminine wiles.

“I have good instincts.”

“I’m a huge fan of Korean dramas.”

In fact, Isabella was fluent in Korean.

With her deep interest in Korean culture, her grasp of the language had been strong since childhood.

“Haha.”

The client, Ha Tae-ung, laughed lightly.

“My investment method is extreme. I don’t guarantee principal.”

Isabella extended her empty wine glass as she spoke.

Glug-glug.

Ha Tae-ung took the glass and refilled it with wine.

The movements of these two strangers flowed as naturally as if they’d known each other all along.

“I’d suggest keeping it at curiosity.”

“I have considerable personal investment capital.”

But.

He emanated that alien quality found in members of British noble families.

It meant that the mechanisms of upper class—blood, bearing, and the subtlest gestures—had soaked into every fiber of his being.

“That’s a shame…….”

Once a client declined, there was little point pressing further investment.

“However.”

But the client, Ha Tae-ung, smiled at Isabella—a mysterious smile.

“I’d like to make you a proposal.”

“You…….”

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