The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 107

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Episode 107. I Won’t Forgive (15)

‘What’s wrong with me?’

Isabella couldn’t believe what was happening.

She’d flown to Korea under the guise of business, really just taking a break.

And she’d just held hands with a client requesting a VIP Package Contract—on their first meeting, no less.

Thinking about it now, she felt flustered.

A young woman from a noble house didn’t grasp a man’s hand so carelessly.

That was her father, Count Rupert, and his strict principles of home education.

Her two older brothers had endured their father’s rigorous discipline and now each maintained households with the daughters of European noble families.

Right now, two of Isabella’s bodyguards were waiting in the concierge downstairs.

If she activated the special signal device, both would be here in moments.

But Isabella found herself intoxicated—by the mood, by the man himself.

She’d always been fond of Korean culture.

Male idols were her weakness.

The VIP client Ha Tae-ung was handsome, too.

But unlike his idol image, he carried an unmistakably masculine presence—potent, raw.

The way he’d handed her the wine, the grace of his movements—they bore the refinement of a European aristocrat.

When looking at a beautiful woman, his eyes remained steady, unshaken.

Instead, through a counteroffer, he’d bound Isabella to himself as a personal agent.

If her father, Count Rupert, learned of this, he would be furious.

A Boutique Agent Contract meant companionship.

The Boutique had a duty to protect its contractor no matter what arose.

There was no backing out now.

A noble’s word held force even before the written contract was signed.

‘My power… it’s grown stronger.’

Isabella had once had the chance to touch the Stone of Destiny, which was kept at Edinburgh Castle.

Before the union, it had symbolized Scottish royal authority and still appeared in the coronation ceremonies of English monarchs.

The moment she’d touched the stone, Isabella had gained a peculiar ability.

It was the power to sense individuals who possessed a wealth aura.

Those with a special wealth aura radiated a golden glow from their bodies.

The man before her now was one such person.

The Korean client, Ha Tae-ung.
He emanated a sacred golden radiance unlike anything Isabella had encountered before.

And the energy she’d felt during their handshake, combined with what had awakened afterward—something ineffable yet unmistakable.

‘This man… his wealth knows no limits.’

She could now sense both the sustainability of wealth and its future trajectory.

The graph of future prosperity that his wealth projected in her mind’s eye.

Even the fortunes of the great wealthy had expiration dates.

Those who possessed sustainable wealth were extraordinarily rare.

Even the American IT titans she’d met in person paled compared to this man.

‘An opportunity.’

She’d come to Korea for a vacation but lucked into seizing a golden rope.

The female singer who’d visited at a late hour, doting and devoted, seemed to be under this man’s protection as well.

A Korean singer’s song, perfect for listening to on rainy days.

The song Isabella often listened to belonged to Seo Da-hee.

Seo Da-hee’s sweet, moist voice defined that piece, and Isabella had been a longtime fan.

Having finished her greeting, Seo Da-hee now stood in confrontation with a dark-haired Korean woman who’d appeared abruptly.

The Korean woman at the doorway radiated a vicious, murky energy.

‘She’ll collapse soon.’

An ominous energy field wrapped around the woman’s entire body.
Whereas Seo Da-hee…

“Hmm…”

* * *

‘That… that bastard!’

Only now did Gu Mi-ryeo’s eyes truly register the man’s face.

The man who’d helped Seo Da-hee when she’d collapsed while jogging not long ago!

He’d been living next door to Seo Da-hee.

‘How long has he been carrying on like this?’

Fire blazed to life.

Gu Mi-ryeo’s eyes ignited with combat fury.

The man’s looks had struck her even then.

Though she worked as a talent manager, men with this kind of appearance were hard to come by.

Most idols with good proportions tended to be shorter in stature.

And the aura he gave off—it was intoxicating.

Better than any drama’s crown prince portrayal.

‘How infuriating!’

Her rage redirected itself toward Seo Da-hee.

So this was the conservative girl, all modest pretense, cracking sunflower seeds behind closed doors.

“Didn’t I ask what was going on?”

Gu Mi-ryeo’s voice carried force.

From this moment on, she was the undisputed resident of this place.

“Da-hee, I’m taking this room now. You’re packing your things and going back home.”
“Unnie!!”
“Shut up! Who do you think you are, calling me that!!”

Gu Mi-ryeo’s sharp voice rang out through the hallway.

“Huff…”

Seo Da-hee was struck speechless by the sudden wave of sorrow.

The agency’s relentless ugliness, the filthy acts carried through to the end.

Director Yang had been a scoundrel from the start.

To force an unfair renegotiation, he’d pushed Seo Da-hee to her absolute limits.

“From now on, I’m living here. And sweet, stupid Da-hee is packing her things and heading home~—hahahaha.”

Intoxicated by victory, Gu Mi-ryeo burst into laughter.

No matter how impressive a man appeared, rescuing Seo Da-hee seemed impossible at this point.

“Is that so?”
“I… I’m sorry.”

Seo Da-hee looked apologetically toward the man, her expression troubled.
It embarrassed her that this uninvolved man had been drawn into a confrontation with her demonic manager.

And today, Manager Gu’s breath reeked worse than usual.

She was the type of manager who never took care of herself properly.

Seo Da-hee had endured Gu’s blatant gaslighting and the barbs that wounded her pride.

But not anymore.

She would pack her things and go home today—that was all.

There were no public schedules anyway.

She could potentially pursue solo work, but they’d definitely sue.

They had more than enough reason.

Especially since the agency was a subsidiary of a major conglomerate.
An individual like Seo Da-hee wasn’t in a position to fight them.

Swish.

That’s when Ha Tae-ung pulled his smartphone from his pocket.

Tap.

He tapped the screen lightly several times.

-Yes, sir.

Ha Tae-ung called the hotel manager whose contact information he’d saved when he’d used the premium suite.

“Is the Royal Suite Room available right now?”
-Of course it is.
“I’d like to use it for about a month. That should be fine?”
-Absolutely, no problem at all!

The other end’s voice came through faintly.

A night in the suite cost several million won.

“I’ll arrange payment immediately.”
-We’ll have everything prepared.
“There are some belongings that need moving. Could you handle that?”
-We’ll send staff over right away. Thank you so much.

Ha Tae-ung’s phone call ended quickly.

“…”

The hallway fell silent in an instant.
Gu Mi-ryeo’s jaw dropped.

The man had just extricated Seo Da-hee from a corner she hadn’t seen coming.

‘No! If this happens, Director Yang won’t just sit still!’

Gu Mi-ryeo’s mind raced.
And then.

“Who do you think you are, meddling in our company’s affairs? You don’t know DMC? You think you can take on the DM Group just like that?”

Gu Mi-ryeo invoked her agency’s name.
Almost no one in South Korea wanted to be on the DM Group’s bad side.

‘Rich kid, maybe? But you really think you can disrespect the DM Group?’

Having observed Director Yang’s usual tactics, Gu Mi-ryeo had learned his methods well—and her counterattack was masterful.

“If that’s the case…”

Ha Tae-ung paused, seeming to hesitate.

After a moment, the right corner of his mouth tilted slightly upward.

‘That’s right, back down with your tail between your legs. What makes you think you can disrespect the DM Group? Haha.’

Gu Mi-ryeo looked at Ha Tae-ung with self-satisfied arms crossed.

Her expression brimmed with a winner’s composure.

“Tae-ung, that’s fine. I’ll just go home…”

Seo Da-hee’s eyes were already glistening with unshed tears, regret weighing on her.

The power of the DM Group, which she’d experienced firsthand.

To build a life in South Korea, one could never afford to clash with them.

“Let’s see it through to the end.”
“…??”

Suddenly, Ha Tae-ung spoke in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone.

See it through…

“Y-You better be able to back that up!! Do you have what it takes!!”

Gu Mi-ryeo’s eyes widened as she pressed him desperately.

But Ha Tae-ung’s gaze toward her remained coldly impassive.

“I can. Can you take responsibility for the words that came out of your mouth?”
“W-What are you saying?”
“Let’s see how far the DM Group is willing to go against me… Hm.”
“…!!”

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