Holy shit! Robert Ryan... It's really him!

Chief of Staff Jang Han-su trembled inside.

He was the spitting image of the Wall Street investment genius in the top-secret intelligence files from home and abroad—Robert Ryan.

Only then did he remember.

That bastard Jang Tae-san was Robert Ryan's Korean partner.

But he'd never have guessed.

He couldn't believe a big shot like Robert Ryan had slipped into the country without a whisper.

Cold sweat ran down his back.

"Why? Who is it? You know him?"

Chairman Im Seong-cheol still hadn't caught on.

He asked Chief of Staff Jang Han-su cautiously.

"Chairman, the rising Wall Street genius investor I reported on the other day, Robert Ryan... This is him."

"What? The Wall Street genius investor!"

Chairman Im Seong-cheol was just as stunned.

He'd invited Jang Tae-san to dinner just to get a look at him, like some exotic animal.

Eat a meal, toss him a kind word about whether there was anything he could help with down the road—that was all it was supposed to be.

To young businessmen, Im Seong-cheol himself was the idol.

He'd only come out to enjoy himself and be treated as an elder.

But a big shot he'd never expected had ended up at the table.

Chairman Im Seong-cheol was still in the game.

On a business trip to the States not long ago, he'd asked to meet Robert.

He'd been flatly turned down.

No prior appointment, and he was busy, they'd said.

He wasn't a man even the chairman of the world's leading semiconductor group could meet easily.

On Wall Street, people revered him like a god.

He was a legend who'd shown up out of nowhere and made hundreds of billions of dollars in investment returns in just a few years.

Chairman Im Seong-cheol's posture turned deferential.

The elder he'd been when he first walked into the room was gone.

Get on the wrong side of a Wall Street heavy hitter, and the group's management could run into trouble.

Ojeong Electronics in particular was tangled up in business with countless American companies.

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