The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 96
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Episode 96. I Won’t Forgive (4)
“Why did you do that?”
“What, what?”
The Pacific Seafood office, located in Jung-ang District, Sokcho.
Once a branch office, it had become the main headquarters.
Yang Su-san had even sold off the head office building when operating funds dried up.
Two men who were friends faced each other in the executive office.
‘Did this bastard catch on?’
Last night, he’d had a drink to relieve stress and spent time with a woman.
Yang Su-san showed up around lunchtime.
Ha Dong-hwi, who should have been out on business, was waiting for him in the office.
“……Friend.”
Ha Dong-hwi’s voice was cold and heavy, unlike his usual tone.
He called him a friend, but his eyes said otherwise.
“What’s up? Something wrong?”
Yang Su-san raised his voice in an exaggerated, probing manner.
He still didn’t know why Ha Dong-hwi’s attitude had changed.
It was completely different from yesterday.
“Since when?”
Ha Dong-hwi’s question came out of nowhere.
First “why did you do that,” now “since when.”
“What? What exactly are you talking about? Spit it out!”
Yang Su-san’s voice grew heated.
He felt caught off guard and offended.
This was still his company—he was the representative.
Being interrogated by a mere executive grated on him.
“Pacific Seafood isn’t your personal possession.”
“What?”
“Thirty-some employees and I have kept it alive with blood and sweat—it’s our battlefield, our life’s work. And the so-called representative…… is diverting ammunition and bullets from behind?”
Fury flickered in Ha Dong-hwi’s eyes as he stared at Yang Su-san.
“Damn it……. That’s such bullshit! Ha ha ha ha ha.”
Yang Su-san sensed he’d been exposed and tore off his mask.
He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.
Click, flick.
He lit a cigarette.
The corporate executive of moments before had transformed into a street thug.
“Hey. Ha Dong-hwi~”
Yang Su-san looked straight at Ha Dong-hwi as he spoke.
“…….”
Ha Dong-hwi stared coldly at the man he’d trusted and depended on as a friend.
“You’ve got it real nice, haven’t you? Damn it. Rich family, good-looking face, and smart too…… the girls just flock to you…… I really envied you, man. Ha ha ha.”
Yang Su-san reminisced about the past and laid bare the resentment he’d harbored.
“But what about now? No money, private loans to pay back too? Ha ha~~ My buddy Ha Dong-hwi, loyal to the end! Impressive! Bravo!!”
Clap, clap, clap.
Yang Su-san applauded, slapping his palms together.
He’d listed an ancestral grave site for urgent sale this morning at a real estate office.
The Sokcho real estate market had been booming recently—perfect timing to liquidate.
He’d arranged to meet the buyer that afternoon.
The moment the sale closed, he’d vanish.
He had nothing left to protect, no loyalty to honor—not anymore.
“I made a mistake.”
“What?”
“Trusting you as a friend……was foolish of me.”
Ha Dong-hwi blamed himself.
He’d genuinely considered Yang Su-san a friend.
A friend who, when his own family cast him out and life became unbearable, had given him a substantial sum without hesitation.
Grateful for that, Ha Dong-hwi had quit his office job and joined Pacific Seafood.
He’d stamped his seal on guarantee documents to help his friend secure operational funding.
He’d even trusted his friend in dealings with private lenders.
Of course, he’d also believed in the company’s vision.
The Russian king crab supply line was solid.
The East Coast seafood market was still holding its own.
Not a red ocean, but a blue ocean—he was certain of it.
If they maintained the warehouse properly, they could buy cheap and sell dear.
But the friend he’d trusted had stabbed him in the back.
“Friend? Damn it! A loser like you, my friend? Ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
Yang Su-san spewed out all the shame and resentment he’d harbored in one cacophony of cruel laughter.
Crash!
In that instant, Ha Dong-hwi’s fist came down on the desk.
“……!!”
Yang Su-san was startled.
Whoosh!
The murderous gleam in Ha Dong-hwi’s crimson eyes overwhelmed him in that moment.
He’d never seen him this angry before.
“Yang……Su……San…….”
Ha Dong-hwi called out the name, each syllable sharp and deliberate.
The corner of his mouth slowly rose.
And then—
“Do you know who I am?”
“……??”
“I’m Ha Dong-hwi. The Crown Prince of the Ha Ryun Group! Ha! Dong! Hwi!!”
“……!!”
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A man with a tall frame of 185 centimeters and shoulders broad as any sports star’s.
He called out to Ha Tae-ung.
Lee Hyo-ju, who was just turning her head, froze.
“Oh!”
Lee Hyo-ju’s eyes went wide.
“Kang…… senior.”
Lee Hyo-ju recognized the man.
It was Kang Jun-woo, Cheonghwa High School’s Crown Prince.
“Hyo-ju, hi.”
The Crown Prince greeted her with a brief nod, meeting her eyes.
“Yes…….”
Shuffle, shuffle.
In Cheonghwa High School, not knowing him would make you an alien.
He stood slightly taller than Kang Jun-woo.
She was a third-year, pressed for time.
“What, what’s going on?”
“The…… chairman?”
One wrong step here and it would be an all-out war.
The numbers were against him.
“……??”
“Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
Kang Jun-woo turned and left without another word.
And he followed Kang Jun-woo out.
“Where are those two going?”
Other students rushed to follow the two.
Lee Hyo-ju kept pace as well, her strides quickening.
Just when the lunchtime at Cheonghwa High School seemed to have settled,
another storm was brewing on the horizon.
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