The vague impulse to help Kang Hyun was the most dominating part, but there were more than enough reasons aside from that.

She had landed a job in a conglomerate she would not have dreamed of, solely due to the reason of being Seo Yoon’s twin.

There was also a desire to repay the benefits she had received unknowingly, and after all, she shared blood with Seo Yoon, so it was not completely unrelated to her.

Therefore, Ji An strongly expressed her opinion.

“Director, how about I impersonate Han Seo Yoon once? I also lost my memory due to an accident, so if Han Seo Yoon also pretends to have done the same……”

Although rumors circulated like a whisper, only the family, Seok Won, and Yeon Ju knew for sure that Seo Yoon was dead. It seemed like a pretty good idea.

If the perpetrator was among those attending the event, wouldn’t they be utterly shocked seeing Han Seo Yoon, believed to be dead, return alive? It was a simple thought.

“……Cough!”
Thirsty, Kang Hyun was drinking water, when he choked midsip, clutching his throat, coughing repeatedly.

Quickly pulling out a tissue, Ji An approached Kang Hyun, who was blushing up to his ears, fluttering about nervously.

“Are you okay?”
“Ah, I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself. I’m like this.”
Helping to find the culprit with the same face, she proposed this idea because she thought she might be able to stop overthinking about Kang Hyun or being emotionally swayed once she had helped. But it turned into meddling again.

While wiping the back of his hand splattered with droplets with the tissue, Kang Hyun tried to settle his churning stomach.

His hand, covered in cold sweat, felt as damp as the back of his hand.

It made him uneasy, the way Ji An linked Seo Yoon and him in her thoughts, even during company dinners.

Even if they couldn’t easily predict the twin’s death and lifeswitch, the accidents and memory loss that occurred at the same time could have been a fuse.

If a tiny seed of doubt about him grew in her, who was living as Seo Ji An, it would become unmanageably big.

The fact that the name Tae Kang Hyun had been completely erased from Seo Yoon’s memory was unbearably painful.

Ironically, this peaceful everyday life continued because she had forgotten him.

Kang Hyun couldn’t set foot in any direction on the thin ice created by this paradox.

“Acting as Seo Yoon is fine. Just do your own duties, Miss Seo Ji An.”
“……Yes, I understand.”
The moment her voice lowered, a chill ran down her spine. Ji An’s answer came out a little late.

Why did her usual expression of blinking slowly with her lips in a straight line look cold?

Ji An sighed at herself, who had made a habit of examining Kang Hyun’s expression for some time.

Kang Hyun, who had gotten out of the sedan’s backseat, looked up at the fourstory building.

Though not new, the top floor of the ordinary building that was not so outdated had a sign hanging, which merely read “Ucha Gang”.

“The security company is over there.”
“Rather than a security company….”
Kang Hyun frowned as Seok Won always trailed off whenever this topic came up.

“Rather than?”
“More like a fortunetelling house.”
“Sounds ridiculous. So you’re saying to entrust Seo Yoon’s safety to a mere errand center.”
“The guards from professional security companies tend to be a bit standardized. They are people who even gamble with people’s lives. If the rumors about the National Intelligence Service are true, this is the best place.”
Despite Kang Hyun’s cold gaze, Seok Won, unfazed, led the way into the building.

Tuk tuk, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs echoed in the narrow space.

As they passed the corridor where the walls were plastered with advertisement stickers, they saw a neat creamcolored door that seemed to have been replaced not long ago.

Before Seok Won, who had clenched his fist lightly, could knock, the silver doorknob turned from the inside.

“Do Seok Won?”
“Yes.”
While Kang Hyun’s eyes narrowed upon spotting the surveillance camera mounted on the entrance ceiling, a middleaged man who came out of the door greeted the guests.

“I am Kang Jae Hyung,”
Following the man introducing his name, Seok Won, who was entering the office, paused momentarily.

“Get up.”
“No.”
“I said get up.”
“I said no.”
A woman sitting on a multiseater sofa visible from the door struggled as a man, tall as a utility pole, grabbed her by the back of her head.

Her collar, pulled up by his rough touch, stretched to her forehead, looking as if it would come off her head.

She didn’t even look like a ghost without a neck.

Kang Hyun averted his gaze from the strange scene, whether it was a lover’s quarrel or a game, and slowly scanned the plain office, which consisted only of three desks, a sofa, and a table.

Indeed, he was not quite convinced.

“Don’t mind them, come in, sit over there.”
Jae Hyung, with a kind smile, led Kang Hyun and Seok Won to a table in the corner, not the multiseater sofa occupied by the young couple.