The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113. Obtaining Results (5)

“Isabella.”
“Dad~!”
“You look radiant.”
“I just got back from Korea.”

Father and daughter faced each other in the London townhouse.
The earl’s household maintained strict order, yet Rupert disarmed himself entirely before his youngest daughter.

Isabella, born years after her siblings, was the last gift her mother left behind.

The late countess had been Rupert’s first and only love in this lifetime—a man who had sacrificed everything for his family’s sake.

Isabella bore her mother’s likeness so perfectly.
It was the only reason Rupert’s tenderness toward her knew no bounds.

Unlike his sons, whom he controlled with an iron hand, Isabella had grown into a free spirit.

Yet that did not mean he allowed her everything.

He never neglected the courtesy and scholarship befitting a noblewoman.

Since joining the Boutique Law Firm, Isabella had distinguished herself brilliantly.

“You’re not exhausted, are you?”
“You lent me the Private Airplane.”

Isabella had flown in her own aircraft.
Rupert spared no expense when it came to his daughter.

“Isabella.”
“Yes?”

Isabella had found her trip to Korea deeply satisfying.
Brief though it was, the visit held real meaning.

She’d toured the royal palaces and museums, gone shopping.

And met with a Korean VIP client.
That was the most striking part of all.

“How was the meeting with the client?”

Rupert asked as if he didn’t already know.

His hair swept back in his usual slicked style, his forehead fully exposed.

His unnaturally pale skin bore a sickly pallor, like that of Count Dracula.

His blue eyes fixed on his daughter with quiet intensity.

“Yes! He was extraordinary!”

Isabella’s voice had risen in pitch—quite different from when she returned from meeting other clients.

‘Extraordinary? That’s all?’

Rupert found himself inwardly startled by her reaction.

Isabella had possessed remarkable gifts even as a child.

The Hales Family—Scottish nobility, their lineage unbroken through the present age.

Isabella had inherited a secret Supernatural Ability unique to the family, one that allowed them to build the Boutique Law Firm into what it was today.

The ability to discern humans who carry wealth with them.

Rupert himself exercised this power to a considerable degree.

Yet Isabella had inherited a gift far exceeding his own.

Which was why bodyguards always accompanied her.

Should anything befall Isabella, the entire family would be endangered.

And now, this Isabella—who had lavished such praise.

“He will…… in a few years…….”
“……??”

Isabella trailed off mid-sentence.

“I shouldn’t say any more.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I felt a strong warning just now.”
“A warning?”
“Someone would steal my Supernatural Ability…… if I spoke further.”
“What? Who?”

Isabella’s eyes wavered with unease.

“…… God.”
“……!!”

Rupert was left speechless by her answer.
God, suddenly?

“Have faith in him. He is…… an extraordinary being.”

Isabella spoke as if delivering a prophecy.
Rupert followed her gaze as she stared dreamily into the void.

“But…… Isabella.”
“……??”

Isabella turned to look at Rupert.

“Do you know?”
“Know what?”
“The client you met—Ha Tae-ung—is a high school student.”
“What? A, a high school student??”

* * *

Adorable.

These kids sitting in the Management Research Society’s clubroom, staring at me as if I were a judge passing verdict.

In ten years, it would be terrifying.

After graduating university, they’d each join their respective corporate groups as executives, taking on central roles.

But right now, they were just cocky underclassmen.

They had no idea what Trillion-Unit Funds actually meant.

Neither their parents nor their grandparents possessed a single trillion won in cash.
And they wanted to test me?

Nothing but curiosity married to foolish impudence.

But simply telling them wouldn’t be any fun.
Conditions were necessary.

Before the Regression, I never had a position like this.

Now things are different.
I need their cooperation in various ways.

The stage where I have to live again is unchanged—the Republic of Korea.

The more connections, the better.

Beyond that, putting these kids in their place would make my school life far easier.

Pawns on a chessboard, every one of them.

“What does it matter why! Just prove it!”

Yi Jeong-jun resembled his mother.
An innate nature to belittle, to scorn others thoughtlessly, crushing them underfoot.

He needed a proper lesson.

“That’s not fun.”
“What…… did you say?”
“Opening my personal information like that would be a loss for me. Wouldn’t it?”
“That’s complete bullshit!”
“…….”

The kids exchanged bewildered glances.
They were utterly unprepared for this change of course.

They’d likely never experienced losing control of the conversation before.

“Tae-ung. What do you want to do?”

Kang Jun-woo asked, his eyes alight with curiosity.

The board was set exactly as I hoped.

“If I prove it, all of you—except Jun-woo, Jang Ji-yu, and Hyo-ju—will call me hyung or oppa.”
“……!!”
“Hyung?”
“O, oppa?”

The kids erupted in murmurs.
Until recently, these very people had treated me as an Outcast—invisible, non-existent.

That same Outcast, suddenly their brother or senior.

Their pride would be plummeting to the floor.

But they would agree. I knew they would.

I wanted—needed—to hear it from the lips of future corporate titans.

There was no sweeter revenge.

“It’s hardly unreasonable. After all, I’m older than you…… and we’re hardly close.”

I let my lips curve into a smile.
Having seized the opportunity, I had to press it home.

That was the only way the rest of high school would go smoothly.

Word had already spread that the Ha family had cast me out.

The only way to end the rumors that would keep circulating was to prove my capabilities myself.

In a capitalist society, money is the ultimate weapon.

Their family groups’ reasons for existence weren’t particularly grand.

And their purpose had nothing to do with human progress or national development.

Say what you will, it’s all hollow talk.

They were merely ordinary beings sweating to preserve the privileges they’d always enjoyed.

“Yeah…… if you insist, I’ll call you that!”

Yi Jeong-jun took the bait first.

“I’m in too!”
“Prove it! Then I’ll call you oppa!”

Immature children caught up in mob mentality, falling in line.

“Jun-woo, and Jang Ji-yu.”
“Yeah?”
“……??”
“I’ll open it only for you two.”
“Okay! I’ll verify it carefully.”
“Me too! Hehe.”

The two of them lit up with anticipation.
I pulled out my smartphone.

Tap.

I entered the password and opened the Overseas Cryptocurrency Futures Account.

As soon as the screen opened, my real-time cryptocurrency profit index flickered and shifted.

The zeros were a different order of magnitude.

Displayed in Tether, not Korean won.

Swish.

I thrust the screen toward Kang Jun-woo’s wide eyes and Jang Ji-yu’s outstretched neck.
And then.

“Gasp!”
“Ah…….”

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