Chawoogang, who had always used informal language, raised his voice for the first time.
“Do you really believe in Cha Taekyung so naively?”
After that, Chawoogang eloquently explained how his nephew, Cha Taekyung, was a despicable and detestable person.
He then explained why he had called Wooyeon to this place.
“So, don’t be fooled and bring me his weaknesses.”
The proposed offer to bring weaknesses and not forget them, and evaluate their value, was absurd and ridiculous.
The balance of Myeongsan was already tilted. Chawoogang, who was old and foolish, was never comparable to Cha Taekyung from the beginning.
Those who wanted to entrust Myeongsan to him were now few.
So, he’ll probably resist until the end like this.
His words were all deadly, childish, and ridiculous, and Wooyeon just let them pass through one ear.
The fact that he pretended to be a fake lover in front of Taekyung’s mother was something they had agreed upon from the beginning. Wooyeon knew this through Seo Jiwu.
There didn’t seem to be more to discuss, so she decided to leave this place.
“Vice President, I’m sorry, but I’ll take my leave now.”
As he rinsed his mouth with water, he made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue.
Wooyeon felt upset, but she didn’t show it outwardly. She simply spoke with more courtesy.
“Find another way. I don’t think I can be of much help as Vice President.”
“People are so petty. Have you really never doubted it?”
“…”
“If you think Cha Taekyung likes Anchor Yoon, stop the misunderstanding. He has a face that makes women fall for him, with quite plausible eloquence. But he’s much more dangerous than you think.”
Wooyeon flashed a polite smile that she used in business situations.
“Yes. Thank you for the advice. I’ll be especially careful. Then, goodbye.”
“Do you know who his father is?”
“…”
“Chairman Jang Kyung Group, Cha Sehun. Cha Taekyung, he looks just like my father. Pretending to love Cha Yoon Hwa, he put on a dedicated act, and even after having two children, he stabbed his wife in the chest and went to Jang Kyung. So, be careful not to explode over the son’s revenge drama.”
Breath was stuck in her throat.
She tried to turn and leave.
It was just like that.
Even though there was nothing on the floor, Wooyeon stood still as if something was stuck to her shoe.
Her eyes went blank, and her mind flashed white.
“So be careful. Don’t burst like a shrimp for the son’s revenge drama.”
Chawoogang’s words were the end.
Knowing he had nothing more to say, Wooyeon still couldn’t easily lift her feet.
It felt like the world was shaking. She couldn’t lift her feet heavily for a long time.
She never knew their connection was so deep and thought of meeting him again.
She never knew they were so entwined…
Taekyung’s current focus at Brighton Airlines is on drone development. A few years ago, there was an experiment using drones for pizza delivery by a famous overseas company. The video caused a worldwide sensation, indicating that the era of unmanned aircraft would soon be active.
Considering South Korea’s status as an IT powerhouse, this is a promising business that could support the company’s future revenue. Brighton Airlines recently formed a close agreement with the Defense Technology Research Institute, which was in the same context.
Though Taekyung’s body was exhausted from frequent visits to the factory producing aircraft parts on Mars, his mind was complex. After a long meeting with the Finance Department head, entering his office, he looked at the documents piled on the desk. They were various reports separately requested from the secretary. There’s still a pile to go through.
However, there was only one thing Taekyung wanted to check immediately. He examined a memo attached separately to the reports by a director.
[Received a call.]
The moment he saw that message, Taekyung was dumbfounded. A call? Then what? It means she just doesn’t answer my calls.
Yun Woo-yeon’s one-sided submarine was going on. She hadn’t answered his calls for over four days. At first, he thought she was just busy, but the feeling was strange. Before going into a meeting with the CEO, he had asked a director to try contacting Woo-yeon through a different channel.
However, the moment he saw the director’s note that the call was possible, he felt as if he had been caught off guard.
“What does she want to do?”
Knock, knock.
The secretary came in. She said the head of the Strategy Management Team was waiting outside for a report.
Taekyung loosened his tie and picked up his mobile phone.
“Send him in after 5 minutes.”
“Yes, understood. CEO.”
In his impatient state of mind, he immediately called Woo-yeon. He hadn’t called her much to protect his pride since she didn’t answer his calls for over four days. At most, he tried about twelve times a day, which quickly dwindled to two or three times a day. Yet, on the second day and last night, he left separate messages.
Why isn’t she answering my calls like this? He immediately asked her to call him as soon as she saw the message.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
