“Did you find out where Hae Joo’s mother lives?”
“It seems she’s not in Korea.”
“Did she emigrate?”
“After Hae Joo’s marriage, she borrowed money one more time from Chairman Park.”
“She couldn’t repay it?”
“I think she ran away.”
“And yet, Chairman Park’s side left her alone?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the reason?”
“Because they are inlaws?”
Shaking his head back and forth, Choi In Ho went to the market.

He picked out a lot of ice cream and finished paying.

He held out an ice cream to Seon Gyu, and approached the security guard who looked bored.

He had already tried to initiate conversation three or four times.

“Oh dear, elder! I’ve arrived.”
“There’s nothing to say, so you may go.”
“Don’t be like that. It’s a hot day, have some of this.”
Choi In Ho handed over a bundle of ice cream.

The security guard, who was sweating profusely, reluctantly accepted it.

“What’s all this trouble about?”
“I was wondering if you’ve seen actress Hae Joo in this apartment.”
The security guard pretended not to see Choi In Ho and Seon Gyu, who had entered the security office at will. He moved the memo pad on his desk here and there before answering.

“The lady lives on the fourth floor, and it seems she uses the stairs.”
“Really?”
“She never goes out. I haven’t seen her much either.”
“Did she live alone?”
“The manager would come and go. I’ve seen him more than her.”
“The manager?”
“A young, goodlooking man.”
“Could it be this person?”
The photo Choi In Ho pulled up on his phone was Jin Han.

“Yes, that gentleman.”
“Have you not seen this person?”
This time he displayed a profile picture of Do Jun from the Ji No Group.

The security guard lifted his glasses to take a close look at the photo.

“I’ve never seen him before. I haven’t seen anyone like this.”
“I see. Understood.”
There were no gains, but it was confirmed that Do Jun hadn’t appeared here.

Next, he visited a real estate agency near the apartment.

“Whose property is the apartment that Hae Joo lived in?”
“As far as I know, was it an executive of GN Entertainment? I think so.”
“You don’t know the name?”
“You would know if you check the register.”
The apartment was owned by Jin Han.

There was nothing else.

As the investigation became stagnant, Choi In Ho’s irritation grew.

“The neighborhood is under redevelopment, everyone’s leaving, and Hae Joo’s mother has fled overseas so there’s no one to ask.”
It was difficult to get tips as he had to conduct the investigation quietly without Do Jun and Hae Joo knowing. There were limits to going doortodoor.

A call came into the office as he was buckling his belt in the car.

Choi In Ho squinted as he pressed the call button.

“Why?”

Representative Park Do Jun filed a fraud charge against Park Kyung Ae, mother of Hae Joo.
“Suddenly, now?”
Choi In Ho rushed to the police station where Do Jun had filed the complaint.

Luckily, there was a detective who was his schoolmate.

Choi In Ho, who had brought a box of drinks, exercised his skills.

If things went well, he felt he might get something solid today.

Starting from Sunday morning, Do Jun went to President Park’s hospital. Just as Hae Joo, who had woken up late, got out of bed, she received a call from Jin Han.

It was the first call since the party.

Hae Joo, who had clenched and opened her eyes, answered the call as usual.

“Yes, Director.”
I’m sorry to bother you on a Sunday morning.
“No, not at all. What’s the matter?”
I put the accommodation up for sale.

“Suddenly?”
Hae Joo was reminded that her residence had been Jin Han’s apartment.

Grateful for all the help he had given her, yet feeling indebted, she began to settle down.

Reporter Choi In Ho seems to have visited here.
“That’s a big deal.”
All of the belongings here are to be disposed of, but Ms. Hae Joo, some of your stuff is still here.
“I’ll go get them.”
She ended the call and hurriedly prepared to leave.

There was a sandwich made by the housekeeper for breakfast, so she packed it and left.

“Do Jun’s car would be stolen if parked.”
During her stay at the residence, Hae Joo lived as quietly as possible, fearing the vague threat of running into someone who knew her in the past.

After much consideration, she called a taxi and went to Gangnam.

As it was Sunday morning, the streets were quiet.

She went straight up the stairs and was about to press the lock key to the residence when she ran into Jin Han.

“Were you still here, sir?”
He had been sitting in the rocking chair Hae Joo frequently used and stood up.

It was a chair that Jin Han had bought for her.

“Did you get in okay on Friday?”
“Yes, I did. How about you, sir?”
“I was a bit sick.”
“Was something bothering you?”
“I had a migraine.”
Jin Han often suffered from headaches whenever he worried about something.

Knowing that the cause was the fashion show, Hae Joo drew a bitter smile.

“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. Are you hungry, Ms. Hae Joo? Can I order something?”
Jin Han immediately took out his phone.

Taking care of Hae Joo’s trivial needs had become a habit for him.

“I brought a sandwich. Let’s eat together.”