La Jin recalled her recent meeting with Chairman Myungjin.

At that time, Kim Yoo-jun had clearly objected, saying it was not right. Chairman Myungjin, who had opposed Kim Yoo-jun, now said he would personally break off Kim Yoo-jun’s engagement. What could have happened between opposition and consent?

“Oh, Mr. Go, he had a request before he died.”

That day, the chairman had spoken with a meaningful expression about the request of the stepfather. What could that request have been? La Jin, covering her forehead with her hand, pondered over every conversation she had with Chairman Myungjin.

Okay, okay, she said, thinking it would be okay, but she didn’t realize she would face such a trial again without knowing. Kim Yoo-jun’s plan to end the engagement within the year had accelerated faster than expected.

If the changed chairman took action in earnest, it could lead to more than just breaking off the engagement with Haesung, but a more complicated situation.

“I can’t bother Mr. Jiho, who is already busy.”

Mechanically responding to Kim Yoo-jun’s words, La Jin thought about the next steps. The sincerity of Chairman Myungjin. Now, it was more important to figure that out.

“So, La Jin, think about retiring after this drama ends.”

“I’ll think about it…”

She didn’t want to engage in a verbal dispute with Kim Yoo-jun over something that hadn’t happened yet. No, for now, it was best to reassure Kim Yoo-jun and plan for the future.

“Yeah. Take your time to prepare your mind. You still have time.”

“But really, are you okay?”

“What about ending it with Haesung Group?”

“If I captured Jihae’s weaknesses properly. With that, Haesung won’t be able to say anything.”

La Jin’s pupils shook at Kim Yoo-jun’s confident voice.

What could be the weakness of Haesung Group to the extent that they couldn’t talk back? If he could capture the weakness of the heir of such a prestigious conglomerate, he could probably discover more about himself.

Before the actual fight even began, La Jin was captured by a deep sense of defeat.

It was at that moment when she was gazing into the void with a disappointed heart.

The voice of Director Hyeon came from the other end of the phone. Whether Director Hyeon covered the mouth with his hand, or Kim Yoo-jun covered the phone with his hand, the voice was barely audible.

“Director… Oh Jong-hyuk’s house… Investigators… What should we do?”

Oh Jong-hyuk’s house? Investigators? Did the investigators also go to Oh Jong-hyuk’s house for a search?

In an effort to hear Director Hyeon’s voice somehow, she turned up the call volume to the maximum. However, only distant rumbling sounds were heard.

At the moment La Jin was focusing all her attention, Kim Yoo-jun burst into laughter. If Director Hyeon dared to intervene in Kim Yoo-jun’s call, something urgent must have happened. Why trust oneself so confidently?

“Interesting.”

He might be laughing, but it could be more of a smirk. Kim Yoo-jun’s voice was chilling.

“La Jin.”

“Yes.”

“Tell him, ‘I miss you, oppa.’ That might help clear his mind a bit.”
Does he want to hear that I miss him? Like Haeun’s words, Kim Yoo-jun was either ‘psycho’ or, surprisingly, calm, one of the two.

[Hurry.]

The moment Kim Yoo-jun said he wanted to hear those words, La Jin’s breath felt as if someone was choking her throat. It would be better if she could just say those words like spitting out gum. However, like a person with a blocked windpipe, she couldn’t utter any words.

[Why is it so hard to hear that you want to see me?]

Even with Kim Yoo-jun’s sarcastic remark that it took a long time, La Jin’s lips, stuck tightly, didn’t know how to part.

[Are you really not going to say it?]

“Talking about Director Jihae… it was so surprising.”

[Do you know how many of my secretaries are standing here? I’m already in front of the company.]

A threat that he wouldn’t get off unless he heard the words he wanted. La Jin bit her lip to swallow a sigh.

“I miss you.”

[Again?]

“Have a good day.”

With a small sound of wind, his laughter echoed.

[If only you could do this well.]

The voice of the man who got what he wanted was sweet like cotton candy.

Repeatedly, she repeated words she didn’t want to hear and answers she didn’t want to give. When La Jin’s face, which had been full of vitality, gradually turned pale, Kim Yoo-jun’s call ended. Along with the words “I love you.”

Like someone who couldn’t avoid a sudden downpour, La Jin stood still. Then she absentmindedly looked out the window.

The scenery through the large living room window, bathed in morning sunlight, was shining golden.

“I… well, that’s true.”

A light chuckle burst out. Yes, she had been inexplicably happy lately. Meeting Prosecutor Kang Jiho, La Jin’s world had been entirely pink, immersed in his warmth.

“My life is getting tangled up like this.”

Thinking she had almost escaped from the trap of unhappiness, now it seemed like there was no way out again. It felt like being stuck in a maze without an exit. La Jin bit her lip in frustration.