The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 81

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Episode 81. In Sokcho (1)

“What? She’s taking a break?”
“Yes… she said she was tired.”
“Damn it!”

DMC Executive Office.
The report of Seo Da-hee’s resistance that morning came through immediately.

The cow that had been obediently earning money wherever the bridle was pulled had begun to resist.

Curses erupted from Yang Do-cheol’s mouth.
His eyes gleamed with malice more than ever.

“Team Leader Three.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Leave it.”
“Sir?”
“Secure all the evidence. Collect everything that violates company regulations.”
……

Yang Do-cheol interlaced his fingers, settled into his chair, and crossed his legs.

“What can a nobody like her even do? With nothing in her hands. Hehehehe.”

Seo Da-hee’s Father is a middle school teacher.
A rural teacher has nothing he can do for his daughter.

Her relatives and extended family are all in equally unremarkable circumstances.

There are countless ways to torment an entertainer with no useful connections.

And on top of that, the DM Group Legal Team was backing him up.

Dealing with a powerless individual was child’s play.

Rule of law?

It’s just a pretty-sounding phrase.
South Korea was Rule of Law only in form and appearance.

The Former Government Official Preferential Treatment System was growing more entrenched by the day.

With massive capital to secure a major law firm, outcomes could always be reversed as desired.

Frankly, even murder could be reduced to a suspended sentence.

In such circumstances, destroying one obscure female singer was as easy as eating cold rice.

“Da-hee… If I can’t have her, no other bastard will either. Hehehehe.”

Yang Do-cheol laughed with a bitter, metallic edge as he thought of Seo Da-hee.
He had no idea.

A tall Crown Prince had just appeared behind Seo Da-hee.

* * *

“Seo Da-hee?”
“Our Crown Prince client—what’s this all about?”

In the office of Kim Gyeong-min, Senior Counsel at Jo & Chang.

When not handling major cases, two or three people who got along would typically form a team.

During such arrangements, trainee counsel were guided and supported by the senior counsel’s personal competence.

For this reason, most aspiring counsel tried to join under a former government official attorney.

But not just anyone could join.
The transaction costs for position rotations varied in size.

The reason was obvious.
The scraps falling from a former government official attorney’s success bonuses exceeded ordinary legal fees.

Kim Gyeong-min, lacking connections, always fell short.

He had received a single email from the Crown Prince client that read almost like a royal decree.

“Do you know her?”
“I have no idea. The Crown Prince must know her. But who exactly is Seo Da-hee?”

Kim Gyeong-min, who typically paid no attention to entertainment news, asked Ayura.

“She’s a female solo singer. She has a charming voice and her appearance is… quite beautiful.”
“How old is she?”
“She should be around thirty now.”
“Huh?”

Kim Gyeong-min was startled by Ayura’s words.

“Why?”
“Well, no matter how beautiful… there’s that age difference…”
“Counselor!”
“…??”

Ayura’s tone shifted slightly—uncharacteristically sharp.

Kim Gyeong-min was taken aback by her reaction.

“Ha Tae-ung—our Crown Prince client—he’s not that kind of man.”
“Come on, why like that? All men are the same. If she’s pretty, his heart follows.”
“Counselor!!”
“What’s gotten into you today? Our Crown Prince client is on that level—what’s a female entertainer to him? Tall, handsome, and his family’s backing him up too. That’s not all—he’s loaded? Whoa! If I were a woman I’d take off my clothes and jump at him!”
……

Kim Gyeong-min’s blunt analogy twisted something inside Ayura’s chest.

She turned away, her lips pressed together.

It had only been one night.

The Crown Prince had gone out for drinks with her and then come home.

An email arrived shortly after arriving at work.
Information request regarding Seo Da-hee, a singer under DMC.

Kim Gyeong-min took it as a job assignment, but Ayura saw it differently.

Ayura knew Seo Da-hee too.
She was a charismatic solo female singer who was popular even among women.

Though she had a foxy charm, she was known to be a hard worker beneath appearances, building a solid fanbase.

And now she had suddenly caught the Crown Prince’s attention!

If that were the case, everything changed.

‘Next door?’

Seo Da-hee’s address was in Signiel, where the Crown Prince lived.
Moreover, the unit was right next door.

‘Surely not…’

The Crown Prince, whom she’d dressed up for, hadn’t even glanced her way.
He was technically an adult despite still being in high school.

Whatever he chose was his business.

“Well! Since the client requested it, let’s get moving. If we play it right, there’s money to be made.”

Kim Gyeong-min, smelling profit.
He logged onto a website and began gathering information in earnest.

“Oh! She’s pretty! Most men would be knocked right over.”

As he searched Seo Da-hee, Kim Gyeong-min let out an exclamation at the photos that filled his monitor.

“Hmph…”

Ayura let out a snort of disdain without realizing it.

* * *

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh.

I left school and headed straight for Sokcho.

The road that I’d expected would be congested with the long weekend was surprisingly clear.

We were transitioning from spring into summer.

In my first life, I never owned my own car.

I took driving lessons in my father’s small car.

Even when I was a complete beginner, he never once got angry during the lessons.

He carefully explained driving precautions in his own meticulous way.

Thanks to him, I picked up perfect driving skills in a short time.

But that was all.

In our tight circumstances, a car was a luxury.

I was living in a rooftop room at the time, so Seoul life doesn’t even need mentioning.

Public transportation was my only means of getting around.

The occasional company car was a rare opportunity.
But today was like this…

I am bloodline of a wealthy family, but I grew up differently.

The BMW X7’s speakers enhanced the song’s charm.

And a moment later, appearing ahead…

Rough waves crashed violently onto Route 7, kicking up foam.

I deliberately turned away from the raw vitality of the East Sea.

For the first time, I fully embraced the vast expanse of the East Sea.

* * *

“Our mom’s favorite snack. Honey bread~”

My mother’s favorite treat.

I picked up a set with various flavors and walked down Jung-ang Road.

In the past, my mother ran a side business here in Sokcho.

A modest flower shop tucked away in a quiet alley, not on a main street.

Only her regular customers knew where to find it.

Yet she held on here, persevering.

After my father left, I never asked about my mother’s financial situation.

The part-time wages I earned from tutoring went to rent and food, leaving nothing.

Pitter-pat, pitter-pat.

But now my footsteps are infinitely lighter.

“Tonight I should take Mom out for a bowl of blood sausage soup and a shot of soju.”

I was planning a dinner date with my mother.

Thump.

I stopped in front of my mother’s shop.

Tae-ung’s Flower Shop—hand-painted by my mother herself.

Today the sign strikes my eyes with particular clarity.

I could feel the love of a mother for her son in every brushstroke.

I was about to open the shop door with joy when…

“Mrs. Han! What are you going to do?”

“Chairman… you’re suddenly raising the rent by 200,000 won? How am I supposed to manage?”

“But this place is different. It’s in a remote alley, and only my regular customers ever find it…”
“Remote? Then why are you running a shop here? I’ve been cutting you slack all this time—just 500,000 won a month. You’re going to complain?”

“I’ve given you notice, so take it as such!”
……

“Sir?”
“Like I mentioned before—how about we meet up this evening for some soju and raw fish and… hehehehe.”

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