"So what's this about?"

"What's... what?"

To the very end, this woman kept her talk half casual.

I had to respect that stubbornness.

"Why did you come tonight?"

"Dad told me to come meet you... for an arranged date. So I came."

She gives a shy little smile.

The drinks had gone straight to her face.

She really had kept going to round three.

Maybe it was Chairman Im Seong-cheol's blood, but she drank like a fish.

Round two at a beer hall, round three at a karaoke room, cracking cans of beer.

"Had you ever had soju before?"

"I had some tonight, didn't I~ Wow. It's really bitter. But sweet, too~. Hee."

"Talk to me casual or polite—your call."

"Should I? Heh heh heh."

Im Yun-a laughed, sipping a cold canned coffee from the convenience store.

"Isn't it the middle of the semester in America right now?"

"Tell me about it~ it's mid-semester, and Dad sent the private jet. Go meet him right now, he said, and then go back."

"The chairman did?"

"I was mad. Just how great a guy is he, that the beloved youngest daughter of the Ojeong Group's chairman has to come all this way in person to meet him? Is he even worth it, I wondered."

Im Yun-a stares straight at me as she says it.

It really was like looking at Son Hui-jin.

The eye smile that curved up a little at the ends was charming.

There was some mischief in it, but her dark eyes were bright and alive.

"Chairman Im... is quite the joker."

"Isn't he, though? Handing a fresh young spring chicken like you to his over-the-hill daughter~ He's a businessman, so his conscience is a little lacking."

Im Yun-a even knew how to diss her own father.

"Right. He's sorely lacking in that department."

"Wow! Young Jang Tae-san. Who are you, anyway? There's a rumor you made some money, but what makes you so special? Don't you know you'd be in big trouble saying that to my dad?"

"You don't know? I'm an investor in Ojeong. You'd better get…