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Mysan Corporation’s secret weapon, Cha Tae Kyung, was revealed to the world through Woo Yeon’s broadcast.

She conveyed the public’s reaction to the problems of the chaebol’s monopolistic structure and the collapse of the Cha family, without any biased information.

“Citizens say they feel conflicted,” she reported. “While criticizing the winner-takes-all succession culture that caused numerous princes’ battles, they argue that a new figure from the Cha family is necessary for Mysan to grow as it once did. Mysan Group, currently in the hands of professional managers, is widely considered to be underperforming compared to its past. The fact that a corporation, once robust enough to claim it feeds Korea, has been faltering for decades seems to have shocked many. There is great expectation for Cha Tae Kyung, the new figure expected to continue the noble obligation practiced by the former chairman. That concludes today’s Anchor’s Eye.”

After successfully finishing the briefing, Woo Yeon returned home past 11 pm.

She politely refused Senior Anchor Hwang Un Young’s offer to celebrate with a drink. She didn’t want to ruin the next day by getting swept away in the feeling of having grown a step further.

Despite knowing it was a rare celebration, she resisted the sweet temptation.

Her naturally sensitive nature made her fearful of gaining weight even though she wasn’t prone to it.

Feeling physically drained, she covered her forehead with her hand, realizing her thoughts were drifting again.

Please.

‘Do you have someone you’re seeing?’

Stop.

‘That so.’

Cha Tae Kyung’s words and face, which popped into her mind several times a day, tormented her.

Whenever she nearly forgot him, his afterimage would sweep through her like a phantom, tormenting her body.

Mysan Corporation’s PR team expressed regret when they learned the broadcast would air, and there were hot reactions everywhere.

But the man himself, Cha Tae Kyung, remained silent.

She had drawn the line saying she had someone she was seeing, so why did she feel like she was missing something?

Struggling with sleep deprivation for days, Woo Yeon tried to close her eyes again with a frustrated expression.

Ding.

She assumed it was the stylist messaging about next week’s outfit selection.

However, when Woo Yeon looked at her phone, which she picked up much later, she abruptly got up from the sofa.

[I watched your briefing today. You did well.]

Ding again.

Having seen that Woo Yeon read his message, he sent another.

[Let’s meet today. It seems like it’s my turn to ask for something.]

The following message included a location, a one-sided appointment from him without a specified date and time.

Too tired and not wanting to be dragged around by him like this, Woo Yeon pushed her phone aside and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

After coming out of the bathroom, she had to admit it – emotionally, she was drawn to the man named Cha Tae Kyung.

She wanted to confirm whether the words he threw at her seven years ago were friendly or flirty.

No. She just wanted to meet him again. That was her honest feeling.

As she dried her hair and applied cosmetics, a call came from her ex-boyfriend whom she had broken up with three months ago.

Knowing he occasionally called when drunk, Woo Yeon didn’t answer. Shortly after, he sent a message.

[I have something important to say. Can we meet now? Shall I come to your place?]

She wanted to reply.
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“But I didn’t reply to him.

At least for today, I wished my mood wouldn’t be ruined.

“Hah.”

Woo Yeon exhaled a breath. Just as she was thinking of going out, Cha Tae Kyung’s message caught her eye.

[G[Dash]do PM]

When she typed the word into the search engine on a portal site, only one bar appeared. It was in Samsung-dong, not too far from her house.

When she belatedly headed to the place he had mentioned, it was well past midnight. She regretted arriving so late, but it was his responsibility for not setting a time.

“Ah…….”

The bar was underground. Woo Yeon hesitated several times on the deep staircase, contemplating turning back.

It’s too late now. Go back.

Nothing good will come from entangling late at night in a bar.

The broadcast is over, and personally, there’s no reason to meet.

Anchor Yoon Woo Yeon.

Thinking and rethinking, she stepped down the stairs.

As she entered the narrow entrance, an employee guided her to a room. His natural behavior, as if he knew she would come, momentarily stunned her.

Following him, she felt a sense of defeat for having come after all.

I sternly refused the celebratory drink from my senior anchor, coldly cut off my ex-boyfriend’s desperate request, but succumbed so easily to Cha Tae Kyung’s temptation. It was a bitter despair.

I mocked his rude attitude, yet here I am, rushing to him in a heartbeat.

Idiot.