The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 51

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Episode 51. Kneel! (3)

“A jeonse contract?”
“Yes, attorney.”
“For Ha Tae-ung’s place?”
“No. It was a jeonse contract for a friend’s place.”
“How much is the deposit?”
“450 million won.”
“Hmm…….”

Senior attorney Kim Gyeong-min fell into thought after hearing the details of Ayura’s fieldwork assignment.

Ha Tae-ung, the client who had contacted him directly on a Sunday off-day to request this work.

‘No matter how important a VIP client he is…… calling in an attorney just to close a 450-million-won jeonse contract?’

Upper management would not view this kindly if they found out.

Of course, an assigned attorney could technically handle tasks normally delegated to a legal administrator.

But attorneys at Jo & Chang didn’t usually take on work of this scale.

“The amount isn’t large, but it seems the money came directly from this client’s wallet.”
“That so?”

The more he learned, the more unusual this client became.
He was barely of legal age now, still enrolled as a high school student at Cheonghwa High School.

He seemed like the scion of an aristocratic family, but nothing had been confirmed.

‘Could he be an illegitimate child?’

South Korea still harbored more than a few unacknowledged illegitimate children of the ultra-wealthy.

They weren’t produced carelessly everywhere as they had been during the boom years of industrialization, but it remained a phenomenon.

Work related to statutory inheritance shares occasionally came across his desk with such cases in mind.

The sudden emergence of a hidden illegitimate heir could upend an entire conglomerate’s control structure.

And yet you couldn’t forcibly suppress vigorous masculine nature.

Sexual appetite, close to instinct itself, was not territory controlled rationally enough to account for the future.

‘Well, I’ll know soon enough.’

He’d already put in a request with Jo & Chang’s information management division.

Jo & Chang’s information team operated on par with the National Intelligence Service and Il Sung Electronics—two of South Korea’s most formidable intelligence apparatuses.

They’d even absorbed veteran investigators who once commanded the legal field, giving their spectrum remarkable breadth.

A background check on Ha Tae-ung was essential, given how large a potential account he represented.
Once the information team moved, most client backgrounds were typically uncovered within days.

Detailed information on Jo & Chang’s clients accumulated through exactly such processes.

Information on Ha Tae-ung could arrive as soon as today.

“What about the fee?”

Comprehensive legal service fees matched the contract deposit.

Remaining costs were collected as contingency fees depending on the scope of work.

“We agreed to collect it when the jeonse contract is finalized next week.”

The base fee alone far exceeded standard legal administrator rates.

“Don’t report the fee as firm income—just take it personally as spending money.”

Though he didn’t know exactly how much the client would pay as a fee, Kim Gyeong-min intended to wrap things up at the point of looking after Ayura.

With only Ayura as his subordinate team member, Kim Gyeong-min had limited resources.

The workload was thin, and assignments were scarce.

The legal case he’d been handling until recently had just concluded.

He’d been searching for new work.

Fortunately, Ha Tae-ung’s assignment had granted him a brief reprieve.

At such opportunities, knowing how to show goodwill was how you got promoted.

“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. The client specifically requested you by name for exclusive handling.”

That was how the world worked.
Whether man or woman, you had to be talented first—then the work never dried up.

Working as a Jo & Chang attorney required both competence and presence to back you up.

Those factors were accounted for and vetted even at contract-signing.

Among Jo & Chang’s attorneys, Ayura unmistakably ranked in the top three for beauty.

True to her Seogang University pedigree, her professional acumen was sharp.

It was a shame she lacked experience as a judge or prosecutor, but she specialized in finance and evolved by the day.

Ayura showed real promise of becoming someone remarkable.

Ding.

Just then, a notification chimed on Ayura’s smartphone.

“Oh!”

Ayura started at the text message.

“Something the matter?”
“Attorney…… I’ve received a new request.”
“A request?”
“It’s from Ha Tae-ung…… He says a legal matter has come up at Cheonghwa High School requiring attorney assistance.”
“What? Cheonghwa??”

Even Kim Gyeong-min tensed at the name Cheonghwa.

‘This…… feels like I’ve gotten tangled up in something serious.’

Perplexity etched itself deeply across Kim Gyeong-min’s face.

* * *

I’d anticipated trouble would strike eventually.

Kim Jeong-ryul’s capabilities alone would not suffice.

I fired off a text summoning the attorney immediately.

“What’s wrong with you! I’m talking and you’re goofing off? You useless outcast bastard!”

Despite not being my homeroom teacher, he’d regularly dragged me out and berated me for being an outcast.

I’d deliberately taken math in university to shake off the trauma from that period.

Fate had delivered a chance at revenge.

I’d solved the math problems Yi Jang-yong had sweated over brilliantly.

Of course, I never could have attempted such problems in the past.

This time, I’d reviewed the problems thoroughly and solved them with perfect understanding.

And he was still finding fault with me for it.

Someone was pulling strings behind Yi Jang-yong.

Cheonghwa High was no ordinary high school.

Among the people passing through here, the most suspect was…….

“Did the Parent Association President order you to do this?”

Yi Jang-yong’s face, which had been contorted with rage and obscenities, went rigid in an instant.

Outside them, it meant nothing.

“Just now…….”

Someone’s helpful explanation was exactly what the moment needed.

“Ha Tae-ung?”

The perfect score claim spread like wildfire from mouth to mouth.

Your boy did pretty well.
I leaned back in my seat with ease, enjoying the commotion the students were stirring up.

“You! Get over here! Spouting off like some big shot, you filthy outcast!”

Yi Jang-yong’s crude, unrestrained manner revealed him as a textbook case of a morally bankrupt character.

He had no idea.

This moment would be the last time he’d speak with authority in this school.

“What are you doing!!”

A commanding voice suddenly rang out from the hallway beyond the door.

It was our homeroom teacher, entering for Monday morning assembly.

Though Yi Jang-yong and Kim Chang-yong shared the same character in their given names, their personalities were worlds apart.

Kim Chang-yong’s eyes flared wide like a tiger’s, fixed with predatory intensity.

“That outcast, Ha Tae-ung!”

“That outcast got a 100 in math through cheating—no, a perfect score in every subject.”

Wonder and admiration mingled in his expression.

“Is that really true?”

He’d clearly joined forces with the Parent Association President.

I knew her too.

She’d become famous across generations for various incidents.

The emblematic case was the Korean Airlines in-flight snack incident.

Claiming the jerky hadn’t been heated, she’d hurled it and struck a flight attendant.

The public was quieted and the matter buried, but video footage leaked online.

But that was where the punishment stopped.

Her image crystallized into the worst public opinion.

This time, her pride—that son—had fallen behind me.

My years navigating society had woven together a convincing scenario.

“So?” I asked.

“What?”

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