Chapter 23
Who dared to say what about whom?
No one had ever used such crude language toward the eldest grandson, whom even the Hwanhee Group Chairman held in high regard.
But… like a dog? How could that make any sense!
“What do you think, Secretary Noh?”
“P-pardon?”
“Do I really seem like a dog?”
Man-su swallowed hard.
Cold sweat ran down his back.
“Should I ask twice? I’ve already experienced that four times and really don’t like it.”
Just as he was about to speak, Si-heon’s phone buzzed.
Si-heon’s lips curved upward as he looked at the screen with an expressionless gaze.
“T-that couldn’t be possible! To dare express such things about you, sir. I’m at a loss for words because something so impossible has occurred…”
“Quiet.”
Man-su’s words stopped abruptly at Si-heon’s soft murmur.
Si-heon fixed his gaze on the phone screen, his eyes gleaming with interest.
[Your phone number ends in 3, I see.]
“…Ha.”
Our Ga-eun is completely unpredictable.
Had he ever been this strongly interested in anything in his life?
If they had met earlier, would life have been less boring?
‘Should I be grateful to have found her even now?’
If it had been after she’d become the wife of a divorced man 25 years her senior, she might have lived without knowing she was a remedy.
In a way, it was fortunate that the arranged marriage with Yang Si-mon had been set up.
Thanks to that, he could meet Ga-eun who dreamed of deviation.
Si-heon tapped the screen with his finger.
[Is there a problem?]
The reply came within two minutes.
[I’d like to write the contract in three days.]
“…Haha.”
At Si-heon’s laughter, Man-su almost slammed on the brakes.
It was the first time he’d heard him laugh out loud like that.
‘What kind of messages are they exchanging?’
To begin with, Kwon Si-heon wasn’t the type of person to hold a phone and fidget with his fingers writing messages.
Pursuing ultimate efficiency, he preferred one brief, direct call over multiple back-and-forth messages.
To think that he would exchange messages like this, and while snickering no less.
Somehow, it sent chills down his spine.
Unaware of Noh Man-su’s state, Si-heon smiled and moved his fingers.
[What if the number was 9?]
[Then we’ll meet in 9 days.]
[If it was 0, would we meet today?]
[I would have replaced the meeting with written correspondence.]
[You’d make a contract without even seeing my face?]
There was no reply.
So when it’s disadvantageous, you won’t answer, is that it?
Si-heon ran his large hand across his face once.
“…This is interesting.”
Tap. Tap. While intermittently tapping the trim with his index finger, Si-heon, who had been lost in thought for a moment, spoke.
“Chief Noh.”
“Yes, Executive Director!”
Noh Man-su straightened his posture with a tense expression.
“Move tomorrow’s meeting that was scheduled for the day after.”
“What? But the Chairman…”
“He will approve.”
Si-heon lifted the corner of his mouth.
“What would be more important to him – the eldest son’s marriage or the meeting?”
* * *
Ga-eun finished parking in the garage.
As she turned off the engine and rested her head on the headrest, a sigh escaped without her realizing.
“…Haah.”
It was already 9:30.
It had gotten later than expected.
Because of that man, Kwon Si-heon.
‘I’m tired.’
She had a hard time stopping him from going home together to immediately greet them.
Even though they agreed to marry, it wasn’t appropriate to give greetings on the same day as the blind date.
Moreover, this wasn’t just any family – it was the Hwanhee Group.
It couldn’t be handled so carelessly.
But there was an even bigger reason.
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