What is this, what’s the matter with me?

Isabella could not believe the situation she was in.

She had flown to Korea for a rest, under the pretext of business.

She had gone so far as to take the hand of a client who had asked for a VIP package contract, at a first meeting.

Thinking it over, it was disconcerting.

A daughter of a noble house does not take a man’s hand lightly.

That was her father Earl Rupert’s policy in the raising of his household.

Her two brothers had come through their father’s strict discipline and have each now made a home with a daughter of a European noble house.

At this moment two of Isabella’s bodyguards are waiting at the concierge.

Work the special signal device and the two of them will come running at once.

But Isabella was drunk on the air of the moment — no, on the man.

Ordinarily too she liked Korean culture very much.

Male idols are her absolute favourite.

Ha Tae-ung, the VIP she has met as a client, is good-looking as well.

Unlike an idol’s image, he gave off a strong smell of the male.

In the hand that passed her the wine, and in the movement of his body, a dignity like a European noble’s showed through.

Even seeing a beautiful woman there was no shaking in his eyes.

On the contrary, by a counter-proposal, he tied Isabella up as his personal agent.

If her daddy Earl Rupert learns of this he will bring the thunder down.

A boutique’s agent contract means a companion.

Whatever breaks out, the boutique has a duty to protect the party it has contracted with.

Now it cannot be taken back.

Ahead of any written contract, a noble’s word takes effect by itself.

My ability has grown strong…….

In the past Isabella had a chance to touch the Stone of Destiny, kept then at Edinburgh Castle.

Before the union it was the symbol of Scottish kingship, and it is a treasure that appears at the British monarch’s coronation to this day.

At the moment she touched the stone then, Isabella acquired a particular ability.

It is to sense the power in a human being who holds the force of wealth.

A human being who holds a particular force of wealth gives off a golden radiance from the body.

The man in front of her now is like that.

The Korean client Ha Tae-ung.

He carries a holy gold that Isabella has not experienced until now.

And the force felt at the handshake a moment ago, and after it that unidentified something — reinforced.

This man…… there is no end to his wealth.

She has become able to sense the wealth’s duration, and its future with it.

The future graph the man’s wealth makes, spreading out inside her head.

Even the wealth of the great rich has a sell-by date on it.

Those who hold a wealth that can go on are exceedingly rare.

Even the American IT titans she has met in person fall a long way short set against the man in front of her.

This is the chance.

Isabella, who visited Korea on leave and has by good luck caught hold of a golden rope.

Ha Tae-ung, whom she had thought would stop at being one more client, looked different.

The woman singer who came at a late hour full of a fan’s feeling also appears to be under this man’s protection.

A Korean singer’s song, exactly right to listen to on a rainy day.

The song Isabella often listened to was a track of Seo Dahui’s, under the name FURIA.

It is a track in which her sweet, moist tone stands out, and Isabella is an old fan of hers.

Seo Dahui, her greeting done, is squared off against an orc of a woman who has appeared out of nowhere.

The Korean woman outside the door, giving off a pitch-black poison.

She’ll be ruined soon.

An ill-boding wavelength of energy is wrapped round her whole body.

Whereas Seo Dahui…….

“Ho-o…….”

Th— that’s the fellow!

Gu Miryeo, whose eye had only now taken the man’s face in properly.

The man who had helped Seo Dahui when she collapsed running a while back!

He had been living next door to Seo Dahui.

Since when have these two been carrying on like this?

A flaaare.

Both of Gu Miryeo’s eyes blazed up with fighting strength.

The man’s looks, which had caught the eye sharply even then.

She works as an agency manager, and a man with looks like this is not easily seen.

Idols with good proportions are for the most part short.

And on top of that the air he gives off is mad.

An air that tells the crown prince of a drama’s chaebol house to stand aside.

More infuriating still!

The arrow of her anger turned toward Seo Dahui.

Behaving conservatively as usual and putting her demure act on, and all the while getting up to this behind everybody’s back.

“I asked what your business was.”

Strength came into Gu Miryeo’s voice.

From this moment, one of the Signiel’s residents by right.

“Dahui is emptying the flat now.”

“Unnie!!”

“Shut up! Who are you to call me unnie!!”

Gu Miryeo’s shrill voice rang along the corridor.

“Hh…….”

At the grief that surged up in her, Seo Dahui’s words were stopped.

The conduct of an agency that carries out dirty and ugly work to the very end.

Director Yang Docheol had been an outright lowlife from the start.

To push an unreasonable new contract through he had driven Seo Dahui to the edge.

“From now on I’ll be living in that flat. Our good, stupid Dahui here is going to pack up and go back to her home town~ ho ho ho.”

Drunk on victory, Gu Miryeo burst out laughing.

However great the man might appear, saving Seo Dahui out of this is hard.

“Is that so?”

“I— I’m sorry.”

Seo Dahui looked at the man’s face awkwardly.

That Ha Tae-ung, who has nothing to do with it, had run into that devil of a manager was disconcerting.

And on top of that the manager Gu Miryeo’s breath smelled worse than usual today.

Ordinarily too she was a person with no self-management about her at all, for a manager.

Seo Dahui, who all this time had taken the woman’s open gaslighting and had to bear talk that crumpled her pride.

Now she does not mean to put up with it.

Pack up and go straight back to her home town and that is that.

There is no public schedule anyway.

She could carry out a schedule on her own, but it is obvious they will bring a suit.

They are people who would do that and more.

The agency in particular is an affiliate of a large group.

It was not a size that Seo Dahui, one individual, could dare try anything against.

Shff.

Just then Ha Tae-ung took a smartphone out of his trouser pocket.

Tip-tap.

He touched the screen lightly a few times at once.

—Yes, sir.

Ha Tae-ung had put a call in to the number of the hotel manager, taken down when he was using the top-grade room.

“Is the royal suite available now?”

—Of course.

“I mean to use it for about a month. That’s all right?”

—Naturally it is possible!

The voice at the other end of the call was faintly audible.

The cost of one night in the suite comes to several million won.

“I’ll contract for it right now.”

—I shall have it made ready.

“There are a few things that need moving. Please see to it.”

—I shall send staff at once. Thank you.

Ha Tae-ung’s sudden call ended shortly.

“…….”

In an instant the corridor sank into silence.

Gu Miryeo, watching, had her mouth fall open.

The man who had saved a cornered Seo Dahui, and by a method nobody had foreseen.

No! If it goes like this the director won’t leave it alone!

Gu Miryeo turned her head over quickly.

And.

“Who are you to interfere in our company’s business? You don’t know DMC? Are you saying you’ll have a go at DM Group right now?”

Gu Miryeo brought the agency out.

There is hardly a person in the Republic of Korea who wants to be marked by DM Group.

Is he a child of a house with something behind it? Even so, do you think you can dare disregard DM?

It was an excellent counterstroke from a Gu Miryeo who had watched Director Yang Docheol’s usual manner and picked the same behaviour up.

“In that case…….”

Ha Tae-ung, taking a short pause, hesitated.

A moment later the right corner of his mouth went slightly up.

Yes, dropping your tail straight away is the right thing. What are you, to be able to disregard DM. Ho ho ho.

Gu Miryeo looked at Ha Tae-ung and folded her arms in triumph.

The ease of a winner showed in her face.

“Tae-ung-ssi, it’s all right. I’ll go to my home…….”

Out of the sorry feeling in her, Seo Dahui’s eyes reddened at once.

The power of DM Group, which she has felt on her own body all this time.

As long as she meant to keep her feet on the ground in this country it was an opponent she must never run into.

“Let’s finish it.”

“……??”

In that moment Ha Tae-ung threw the words out without interest.

Finish…….

“C— can you take responsibility for that!! Can you!!”

Gu Miryeo demanded it, eyes wide, as though thrashing.

But the look in Ha Tae-ung’s eyes as he looked at Gu Miryeo was nothing but indifferent.

“I can. Can you take responsibility for the words that came out of that mouth?”

“Wh— what did you say?”

“Let’s look forward to it. How far DM Group can go against me……. Heh.”

“……!!”

(End of Chapter 107)