The thought of responding had vanished as quickly as it came, such was the sharpness of the gaze.

Clearly, there was no malice, but Lee Kwang Il had to swallow his dry saliva due to the escalating tension.

“You got the order wrong.”

At his abrupt words, Lee Kwang Il’s face turned pale.

“What?”

As if to say that he couldn’t make out the words, Kwon Ki Joo briefly raised one eyebrow. Then, he sequentially lowered the two legs that were laid on the desk. His body leaned lazily against the chair, his hands were clasped above his thighs. His gaze also shifted from the computer to Lee Kwang Il.

Kwang Il thought for a moment that the light was blinding. The sunlight pouring onto Ki Joo’s body, who turned his back to the window, felt like a halo.

“You need to control Song Eun Chae to manipulate the chairman well.”

Ki Joo tilted his head as if to say, do you still not understand? His attitude was as if dealing with a preschooler who was randomly asking nonsensical questions.

It’s strangely upsetting, but it was vague to point out. Even the fact that controlling Song Eun Chae helped gain the favor of Chairman Song Myung Hwan to this extent was true.

“And….”

For once, Ki Joo’s unhesitant lips closed. Lee Kwang Il judged that he was belatedly paying attention to the power hierarchy. This made him anxious. He couldn’t miss Ki Joo’s favor, who was trying to restore his dignity, even if belatedly.

“That woman is wild, it’s pitiful. But there’s nothing we can do.”

Kwon Ki Joo didn’t affirm or deny it. Instead, the blue veins on his temples throbbed. Once Ki Joo finished saying what he wanted, he watched Lee Kwang Il, who was standing up to leave. Thud, the door closed, and he clenched his teeth.

Maintain a proper distance?

Did he think it was easy to suppress the urge to get uncomfortably close?

Ki Joo leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and bumped the back of his head on the headrest.

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With a tense face, Han Seung Yoon fixed his glasses and fixed his eyes on one place.

She was definitely a powerless woman…..

Seung Yoon, who would not even look unless it was a woman with a curvaceous body who smiled softly, always felt a strange pressure when meeting Eun Chae, and this time it exceeded that.

The woman was lightly holding the reins of a white horse, walking across the vast ground.

A spotless white dress shirt, a black leather vest reminiscent of a corset, and white riding pants that snugly wrapped her fatfree legs. The elegant body line fell smoothly without asserting itself anywhere in particular.

How long had he been staring?

Suddenly a gust of wind blew. He saw her hurriedly grab her riding hat in the strong wind. It was fascinating that there was a hat that fit her ridiculously small head.

Her tied hair fluttered in the breeze. It seemed to shine brilliantly in the intense sunlight. He even thought he was momentarily blinded.

Han Seung Yoon’s face turned a sudden shade of gray as he completely lost his wits while admiring her appearance. His eyes met Eun Chae’s.

When Chairman Song Myung Hwan said he would visit the Jeju resort, honestly, he felt bad. Even if the words were wellpackaged, he felt humiliation when he read the gaze that looked around as if checking out a small store.

The Diwon Group is a top enterprise, he must subtly feel superior.

Eun Chae, who was standing expressionless next to him all the time, also seemed dissatisfied.

Is this what they call inferiority complex?

Han Seung Yoon looked down at her with a complicated look in his eyes. She, who had approached him unknowingly, had a knack for making him feel an inferiority complex that he had never experienced before.

Had his father, Congressman Han Ji Chang, not been a leading presidential candidate, he would have had nothing to do with Song Eun Chae. It’s impossible to have a common ground with a woman who lives a perfect life.

Seung Yoon wiped one cheek with a confused face.

Perhaps it’s a good thing to have a separate man.

After all, Song Eun Chae is just a normal human. There’s not much different from me. He should be relieved, but his heart became more twisted for some reason.

“You can do something besides playing the instrument?”

She simply opened her mouth and grumbled. Eun Chae, who had no intention of participating in a childish argument, did not respond immediately.

From a young age, she had embraced activities ranging from static to dynamic. This was thanks to her mother’s active encouragement due to her outstanding learning ability.

Horse riding was just one of those activities.

While stroking the back of the horse, Eun Chae focused on building a sense of intimacy and said,

“Probably more than Mr. Han Seung Yoon.”

It was purely a fact and was far from boasting or arrogance.

The expression of the listening Han Seung Yoon changed as if he had a bad luck, but she didn’t bother to explain. It was an excessive luxury to expect acceptance or communication from a man who prioritized his own dignity and face above all.

“You must have been really good.”