The Season of Prettiest You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 87

Kim Youngdae, crumpled inside his truck, was hastily chewing a burger. Once done, he crumpled the trash and tossed it carelessly onto the floor of the passenger seat. There, an empty cola cup rolled around—serving unclearly as either an ashtray or a trash bin, but definitely used for dumping all sorts of filth.

Today marked exactly ten days since he’d started tailing the woman.

Her routine hadn’t been complicated.

Her own home, Seo Taeseok’s house, the library, museums, and cafes.

Lately, she spent the most time at the library. He’d even sneaked in once—only to find her buried in utterly boring books on modern and contemporary history, historical clothing, and similar topics.

[Drama writer Choi Yeoreum. You can look up her full profile online. I’ll text you her personal details now. Don’t kill her—just stage an accident severe enough to break a few bones.]

About a month ago, he’d received a call from Rattlesnake—the guy he’d assumed was either dead or had left the country, given he hadn’t been seen in years. The voice on the line was urgent, requesting a hit-and-run.

[One hundred million as an advance, deposited now. Another hundred million upon success.]

His planned refusal—“I don’t take jobs that hurt people”—vanished instantly. The figure made his ears ring. Another hundred million on top of that if he succeeded?

Before he could even reply, his banking app pinged: “Ding.” The deposit notification had arrived.

Youngdae gulped. Business in this line had been terrible lately, and turning down that kind of money wasn’t easy—especially since they weren’t asking him to kill her. Just a moderate injury… wasn’t that acceptable? It was two hundred million, after all.

“…By when do I need to do it?”

[Execute immediately when I contact you. It won’t take longer than two weeks. Until then, keep monitoring her routine.]

After that call, Rattlesnake had gone totally silent—even now, past the ten-day mark, there’d been no further word. Youngdae was starting to wonder if simply following her around indefinitely was really all he had to do.

The sum he’d already received was too large to just walk away from without fulfilling his end. Running an errand service while prattling about conscience was laughable, sure—but he considered himself relatively honest by industry standards. Keeping money without doing the job felt deeply unsettling.

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