The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109. Obtaining Results

“What did you just say! Moving to a Royal Suite Room??”

DMC Agency director’s office.

Yang Do-cheol, who had been sitting in his chair with his legs crossed, suddenly bellowed.

Koo Mi-ryeo, trembling as she relayed what happened last night, didn’t know where to put herself.

“Yes…….”
“Why?”
“It’s just…….”
“Don’t tell me Seo Da-hee turned out to be some nouveau riche’s daughter we didn’t know about?”
“That’s not it.”
“Then?”
“There was a man…… involved.”
“What!!”
“Right next door, in fact.”
“A man? Next door? Who?”

Yang Do-cheol’s eyes sparkled.
This was remarkable.

The seemingly innocent singer-songwriter Seo Da-hee, who only played music.

A man in the next-door suite?
He leaned back and cracked his knuckles with satisfaction.

“The man’s name is Ha Tae-ung…….”

Koo Mi-ryeo, shrinking her shoulders, held her breath.

She knew Yang Do-cheol’s true nature well.

A relic of the old entertainment world—a thuggish producer.

He laid hands on managers and unconnected artists without hesitation.

He frequently extracted female celebrities he’d marked and dispatched them to provide “hospitality.”

Despite behaving like a gangster, Yang Do-cheol had dodged the Me Too scandals.

He held his artists’ weaknesses as his ultimate trump cards with ruthless precision.

For someone like him, the Seo Da-hee situation was news of the highest rarity.

“Sponsorship?”
“Yes?”
“That’s it! That bastard got her the hotel, didn’t he?”
“Yes…….”
“Puhahahahahaha.”

Confident in his reading of the situation, Yang Do-cheol burst into uproarious laughter that nearly shook the office.

“So the modest, innocent act hides a life in the flesh trade?”

Yang Do-cheol drew his conclusion from hard-won experience.

What madman would provide a Royal Suite Room to a woman without something in return?

If he’d secured a month’s stay at a hotel costing hundreds of thousands won per night, the answer was obvious.

It made no sense unless it was a sponsorship arrangement.

“Mi-ryeo.”
“Yes, Director.”
“What did I tell you to do?”
“……To drive Da-hee out.”
“So what’s this result? Didn’t your manager even notice?”

Yang Do-cheol’s mouth curled in a bitter smile.
Koo Mi-ryeo trembled.

“Like the Signiel, do you?”
“…….”
“Use it for now, as promised.”
“Th-thank you!”
“Grateful? I’ll be deducting it from your salary.”
“What??”
“Obviously. I’m not buying it for you—you are. Hehehehe.”
“…….”

Koo Mi-ryeo was taken aback.
Her manager’s salary was barely a pittance.

She couldn’t afford the Signiel’s monthly rent with that money.
And that didn’t even include maintenance fees…….

“Uh…… uh.”

She found herself hiccupping from shock.

She’d never imagined Yang Do-cheol could be this petty and vile.

In trying to ensnare Seo Da-hee, Koo Mi-ryeo had instead ensnared herself.

Pitter-patter.

Hot tears began streaming down Koo Mi-ryeo’s face before she even realized.

“Stop sniveling and get out! I can’t even stand the sight of you, and here you are wasting my time!”

Yang Do-cheol hurled his insults without mercy.

Koo Mi-ryeo turned away without wiping her tears, unable to utter a word.

As she turned, Seo Da-hee’s face filled her mind.

‘Damn bitch! This is all because of her!!’

As everything fell apart, all of Koo Mi-ryeo’s resentment fixed itself on Seo Da-hee.

‘I’m going to destroy you! Arrrrrrgh!!’

* * *

“You alright?”
“With what?”
“Today…….”

The school seems to have settled into peace.
It feels good.

Last night I reviewed my investment schedule until dawn.

I was busy configuring everything to be manageable with a single smartphone.

The fateful hour is drawing near.

My heart reacts first.

The first harvest of my post-regression investments.
The result of concentrated effort even amid a series of events.

Fortunately, the butterfly effect hasn’t triggered too severely.

Today I received notice of a Management Research Society assembly.

We gathered after regular classes ended.
Yi Hyo-ju inquired after my well-being.

“What, worried about me?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Sigh…….”

Yi Hyo-ju shook her head.
Concern was written all over her face.

No one provokes me in the classroom anymore.

The cafeteria is the same.
Students only eye me with complex looks.

Few approach without hesitation or concern.

Everything feels good.

Rumors circulate that I was cast out from the Haryun Group as the fallen Crown Prince, but I don’t care.

The privilege of undeniable bloodline is not insignificant.

Even if everyone wanted to ignore me, I’m the grandson of Chairman Ha Cheol-gon.

And my financial standing is solid too.
Why would I be nervous?

“Heh.”
“What’s with that laugh?”
“Confidence backed by evidence.”
“Wow…….”

An exclamation escaped Yi Hyo-ju’s lips.
My unwavering composure was perfected through military service.

During Special Forces Training, I pushed myself to extreme limits moment after moment.

I selected and endured training that even seasoned special forces operators avoid.

I stood shoulder to shoulder with the UDT and Marine reconnaissance troops.

I was such a hardass that even they gave me a thumbs up when we parted.

This was the biggest reason I never feared it when my girlfriend left me or the company fired me.

And now I have money I didn’t have back then.

“Let’s go in.”

Yi Hyo-ju is also a member of the Management Research Society.
A school club in name only—nothing like a typical circle, neither the organization nor the meeting space.

I opened the door and stepped inside.
That instant!

Whoosh!

Sharp gazes snapped toward my face immediately.

Some faces I recognize, but most are first-time members.

“You made it?”

Kang Jun-woo greeted me with a smile from the seat of honor at the head.

“…….”

But the others’ expressions are far from warm.

Yi Jeong-jun, son of the School Parent Association Chairman, stares at me coldly—perhaps still bitter from his defeat.

Those related to Yi Hyo-ju as cousins stand out first.

Yi Jeong-ho’s eyes are equally sharp.

The Management Research Society—where membership is reserved only for the heirs of Korea’s top hundred conglomerates.

I held each member’s gaze in turn.

About twenty members present.

A slight smile played at the corner of my mouth—a bonus.

“……!!”
“…….”

They display an array of emotions: bewilderment, anger, irritation, curiosity, indifference.

Their variegated gazes and expressions are quite the sight.

Cute little brats.

As I made eye contact with several, my gaze suddenly locked with a girl’s.

Bang.

The moment our eyes met, she smiled.

A girl I’d already heard about.

The third-year queen among Cheonghwa High School’s Three Beauties.

“My~ so you’re Tae-ung?”

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