Jang Jiyu thought again about the Japanese woman who'd passed by earlier, while they waited to board the private jet.

What was that……

They'd never met, so why had she smiled like that?

Ha Tae-ung had been just as strange. Normally he'd have let a moment like that go by without a second look.

But the two of them hadn't been able to take their eyes off each other for at least a few seconds. That moment bothered her strangely.

It had been the same the whole way over on the plane.

The flight attendants had seemed to pass by Ha Tae-ung's seat an awful lot.

It might just have been the service first-class passengers get. She knew that, and it still got on her nerves.

What's wrong with me?

Jang Jiyu couldn't believe herself. Still, she couldn't help it; it kept bugging her.

Ha Tae-ung simply stood out too much. He had in Korea, and now that they were abroad, it was bound to be worse.

She'd heard the Korean wave was hugely popular in Europe these days.

Korean dramas, K-pop, K-movies, K-beauty and more. Korean men had gotten hugely popular right along with it!

Now a man who looked like Ha Tae-ung was showing up right in the middle of Europe?

……This is bad.

A grown man of twenty, a handsome face, tall, with a build that was just right. On top of that, it turned out he had a ridiculous amount of money?

And don't get her started on his personality.

The more Jang Jiyu thought about it, the worse it looked.

Almost anyone would end up drawn to Ha Tae-ung. The guy had a pull that drew people in.

She'd watched girls flock around him all the time at Cheonghwa; why would Europe be any different?

If anything, it might get even wilder than in Korea.

Jang Jiyu shot Ha Tae-ung a sidelong glare for no reason.

The man himself was talking with the protocol officer, as calm as ever.

So this kind of world exists.

In the middle of it all, Jang Jiyu couldn't stop…