Kang Pilseong's mansion in Pyeongchang-dong.

Beyond the wide glass wall of the living room lay a snow-covered garden.

Snow had settled thick on every neatly trimmed pine along the path. The stone lantern in the middle of the garden was half buried in snow.

Kang Ari stood at the window, silently looking out at the garden.

Steam still rose from the teacup in her hands, but she hadn't taken a single sip.

Normally she'd have been practicing her cello at this hour, or going over her scores.

But she had been like this for several days now.

At meals she was slow to answer, lost in some thought, and she often stopped in the middle of playing and set down her bow.

She clearly had something on her mind, and yet she didn't look gloomy.

If anything, she looked like someone who wanted something badly and couldn't bring herself to say so.

"Ahem."

Kang Pilseong cleared his throat on purpose as he came over. At the sound, Kang Ari turned around.

"Grandfather, you're not asleep yet?"

"How is your grandpa supposed to sleep with our Ari standing here like this?"

He came and stood beside his granddaughter.

"Is something worrying you?"

"It's not a worry."

"Then…… something on your mind?"

She couldn't answer right away. Her fingers moved slowly around the teacup.

She gazed at the snow piled outside the window, then spoke up as if she'd made up her mind.

"Grandfather."

"Yes."

"Why don't we get invited to St Moritz?"

It was the last question he'd expected from her.

The gentle smile on Kang Pilseong's face vanished.

He'd heard the talk too, that Ha Tae-ung had spent the end of the year and New Year's in St Moritz, Switzerland.

He had received an invitation from Atlas and attended a party where European royals and nobles and the world's great financiers and business leaders gathered.

The rumor that he'd bet a hundred million dollars at a charity auction was also spreading fast through the business world.

"Do you want to go there?"

Instead of answering, he asked what she really…