One of the two passengers in first class.

Han Serin hadn't been especially interested in Ha Tae-ung at first.

Of course, her first impression had been that he was very good-looking. That was all.

He looked young, and judging by his clothes and the air about him, he was no ordinary college student.

She'd figured he was just the son of some wealthy family.

She'd been around chaebol families all her life, so they held no interest for her.

She'd been born into a family like that herself. So he hadn't made much of an impression.

But ever since he'd started chatting with the flight attendant, something about him had been grating on her.

The pretty flight attendant beside him had been smiling unusually brightly. She'd leaned in a little as she talked, as if she were interested, and at the end she'd even handed him a slip of paper.

A phone number, no doubt.

Han Serin laughed inwardly.

He is good-looking.

No wonder the flight attendant had shown interest.

She'd tidied the thought away and was turning back to her tablet when—

One remark caught her ear.

I'm going to make money.

Han Serin's finger froze.

A little later came something even more interesting.

He'd made a friend on Wall Street. He'd been invited.

This time, before she knew it, her head turned toward the man.

Going to Wall Street to make money?

Not a business trip, and he'd only said it was 'something like' business.

His tone was light, almost joking, but it didn't come across as a bluff.

If anything, he said it as if it were perfectly obvious, and that drew her interest all the more.

After the flight attendant went back, Ha Tae-ung took out his laptop and switched it on. He was waiting for the screen to load.

Han Serin finally spoke up.

"Excuse me?"

Ha Tae-ung's hand stopped. He turned toward the woman.

"Yes?"

Han Serin smiled brightly.

"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with the flight attendant earlier."

"My conversation?"

"I didn't mean to. It's just so quiet in the cabin~"

Ha…