A car pulled up in front of the Ilhyeon Group head office.

Getting out of the car, Seong-ho spoke to Byeong-jin, still seated inside.

"Don't forget. All you can offer to help is words. Don't even think about using the money you made to help other people. If you do, I won't help you next time either."

"Ugh, don't worry. Am I an idiot? I've no intention of telling anyone I made it thanks to you either, so you needn't fret about that."

"I trust you."

Thinking that saying more here would be nagging, Seong-ho changed the subject.

"The seventy-pyeong apartment where I live now runs a bit under one billion won. Buy two of these, lease them out, and when you come back to Seoul later, live in one. With the rest of the money, buy your parents a house, put some toward your younger siblings' tuition — you know what I'm saying, right?"

"Yes, yes. Of course I do. You're telling me to use it for myself, aren't you. I'll live always grateful to you, Representative."

Byeong-jin bantered at Seong-ho, then looked up at the head office building visible behind him.

"Get in there. The Vice-Chairman will be waiting."

"Yeah. I'll come down to Jinju before long."

"Then I won't say a separate goodbye — I'll finish my business and head straight to Jinju."

Byeong-jin gave his farewell and shut the car door. And rolling down the window to wave a hand, he left first.

Seong-ho watched the departing car for a moment, then turned around.

"Representative. The Vice-Chairman is waiting."

Word must have been relayed that Seong-ho's car had arrived in front of head office — staff from the vice-chairman's secretariat had come down to greet him.

Seong-ho gave the secretariat staff a light nod and moved his steps.

"Has President Jeong-eun arrived?"

"Yes. She arrived first and is in the middle of talking with the Vice-Chairman and the other executives."

"I see. Seems I'm a bit late."

The staffer tilted his head and thought.

Who told him President Jeong-eun was coming?

While the staffer wondered how…