The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 103
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Episode 103. I Won’t Forgive (11)
“He was taken in?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Why?”
“The Sokcho Branch Office filed a warrant for embezzlement and breach of trust.”
“Damn!”
Bang!
Kang Hong-dong kicked the desk over with a violent sweep of his leg.
The whites of his eyes flushed red with rage.
‘How much money are we talking about!’
A special order had come down from a major organization operating in Seoul.
The CEO of Pacific Seafood and Ha Dong-hwi the executive—
Two people to be tied together properly, they’d said.
To begin the operation, he’d deployed players to the casino.
At first, he’d arranged short-term loans at low interest for Yang Soo-san.
Of course, by now the rates had been adjusted upward to the standard illegal rate.
He’d induced Ha Dong-hwi to guarantee the debt, stamped his seal, and handed over a substantial sum.
Debt guarantees carry no legal weight, but in the illegal loan market, illegality is law.
Shortly after, word came down again from Seoul.
Yang Soo-san was to be moved overseas; Ha Dong-hwi was to remain in the country, stripped of everything.
It should have been simple to handle, but things had unraveled at an unexpected point.
“Can’t you get it out?”
“Captain Gyeongwi says the amount is substantial. And apparently prosecutors from higher up have gotten involved…….”
“Not Sokcho—Chuncheon?”
“It seems so.”
“Why? Are those prosecutor bastards bored? This is ridiculous.”
As the clean conclusion slipped through his fingers, Kang Hong-dong’s mood soured.
“What should we do?”
“Ha Dong-hwi. If we just pin down that bastard…….”
Kang Hong-dong’s mind grew tangled, and he sank into troubled thought.
It nagged at him—why Yang Soo-san, who was supposed to slip overseas soon, had been suddenly taken in.
The unease made his head ache.
Still, orders had to be followed.
This was a directive from the executive of the major Seoul organization that had thrown work his way during lean times.
Work wasn’t what it used to be, but through demolition-site ops and labor union control, he’d accumulated serious wealth.
Back when things were booming, strikebreaker work and demolition contracts had been their primary income stream.
In his foolish youth, Kang Hong-dong had gone up to Seoul and learned the work the hard way.
Once he’d mastered the trade, he’d settled in Sokcho.
Back then, his organization’s executive—his sunbae—had had his back, letting him walk with his head held high.
For that reason, the Seoul sunbae’s favor and commands were not something he could refuse.
-Life is a gamble~♬ Ra-ra-cha-cha, take a shot~♪
Kang Hong-dong’s smartphone ringtone blared suddenly.
“The old man doesn’t sleep…….”
He checked the screen. His father calling.
Kang Hong-dong’s expression twisted at the sight of the caller ID.
Father and son shared little common ground, despite their blood tie.
Parents whose words never matched their deeds.
The mismatch had warped Kang Hong-dong throughout his childhood, a boy unable to trust.
They’d indulged in every manner of illegality, lived like animals, yet heaped verbal and physical abuse on the wayward Kang Hong-dong, telling him to straighten up.
Unable to endure it any longer, he’d run away, made his own way to success in Seoul, and returned triumphant to his hometown.
Sokcho and Gangneung were his main territory of operation.
He didn’t want to look at the man.
-Hong-dong~
“A favor?”
-I left it with your older brother, but he’s not cutting it.
Seems he’d fallen out of their father’s favor.
“What is it?”
Kang Hong-dong asked indifferently.
When the old man died—and he would—the inheritance would fall to him eventually.
-You know that flower shop owner renting out one of our buildings?
-She’s treating me like dirt!
‘Damn. The old bastard chases pills like they’re candy. He’s like a dog in heat.’
This was Kang Deuk-su, his father—who’d started acting out wildly ever since his mother had gone into a long-term care facility.
“And so?”
“Father! What world are we living in now…….”
-I’ll give you the new building in Joyang-dong!
“……!!”
The Sokcho real estate market had been moving strangely lately.
Prices were jumping overnight.
“Heh. Father, I’ll handle it myself.”
Father and son—not so different after all.
-But about that woman’s husband…….
Kang Deuk-su began eagerly, then let the sentence trail off.
“Yes, go on. What about him?”
“Mm?”
-That woman’s husband—he’s the son the Group expelled. Ha Dong-hwi.”
“H-Ha Dong-hwi??”
* * *
A Korean client wearing an expression of utter shock.
Isabella had taken on the commission without revealing her full name.
She was a member of an aristocratic family.
They numbered only in the low hundreds, yet English aristocratic estates covered thirty percent of the nation’s land.
Even in the twenty-first century, aristocratic authority had not faded.
The official name of the law firm was Royal Hales.
It had been established to create and manage slush funds for the nobility.
The scale of slush funds—something ordinary people couldn’t even conceive of—moved through aristocrats, European, Middle Eastern, and Chinese VIPs.
A Korean client’s commission size wasn’t something Isabella would ordinarily handle herself.
But she was so captivated by Korean culture that she’d come to meet the client, combining it with a pleasure trip.
With this particular client, Isabella felt an unexpected intrigue.
A young man with the visuals of an idol, far younger than she.
She’d declined his investment proposal.
Instead…… an agent?
How much would he pay?
Isabella had nearly burst out laughing at the client’s words.
If her father and the family could see this situation, they wouldn’t let this client walk away so easily.
The Hales Family’s total assets—she didn’t even know the full figure herself.
And this man was asking her, asking them, how much it would cost?
“Name your price.”
“Whatever you ask for, I’ll match it.”
Isabella, fluent in Korean, was shocked by the client’s response.
This was dialogue from K-movies and K-dramas.
Words an enormously wealthy man might say to a less fortunate protagonist.
Still, it was one of the assets the family monitored.
“As a signing bonus, around one thousand Bitcoin…….”
“……!!”
‘He didn’t even hesitate?’
Isabella was bewildered.
The agent proposal didn’t seem to be a joke.
Goosebumps rose along her skin.
“Y-you’re serious?”
“……”
She couldn’t possibly read his thoughts from his expression alone.
His refined voice carried a trust that transcended his face.
Isabella went still, even her breathing barely audible.
This was her moment of clear, utter defeat.
“Shall we shake on it?”
“From this moment on, you must become my persona.”
‘What on earth is he saying!’
The man’s words carried a force like an incantation, a spell woven into his speech.
Whoosh.
He extended his hand toward her.
Isabella’s hand met his before she’d even thought to move.
Crack-snap!
The moment their palms connected, she felt a surge of intense energy flowing from his hand—like electricity coursing through her.
“Ahh…….”
A low gasp escaped Isabella’s lips.
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