"Auntie. We'd already shaken on it, and now there's suddenly another buyer... I don't think that's proper at all."

"Ju-hui, I'm sorry. I have to squeeze out every last won I can. There's not a penny left in my pockets these days. My son ran through everything—I nearly had to put the house up as collateral."

"Even so, this isn't right. We go back years, all the way to my mother's day..."

"That's why I haven't signed yet. My son-in-law Jang is stalling until I get there. It's mine, so I'm the one who has to put my seal on it."

The lady was in her early seventies and had aged gracefully. She held Jeon Ju-hui's hand and kept saying she was sorry.

Sly old fox!

She'd been her mother's friend, but she'd never earned any trust in high society.

She'd used that pretty face to push out her husband's first wife and take her place.

Then she'd grabbed a fat share of the money and set up the gallery.

She had an amazing nose for money, but her son was a good-for-nothing.

This was the Hongin University wife, who'd once thrown her weight around because the first wife couldn't have children.

The woman who'd crowed loud and long after giving birth to a son was gone.

Even in high society, a business failure in the hundreds of billions hit hard.

"My father's very interested too."

"Really? I heard Chairman Jeon doesn't care much for art..."

The Hongin University wife smiled.

Through her sources, she knew perfectly well that Jeon Ju-hui was after the gallery.

She was handing it over for a song, but her pride was still alive.

"Yeondae is setting up an art museum as a social contribution project. So we need a lot of works."

She let slip some secret information that was quietly getting around.

"I'd heard rumors. It's true?"

Tsk. No wonder they went under!

Jeon Ju-hui clicked her tongue at the greed in the Hongin University wife's eyes.

"I told you, it's at the group level."

Even so, she pushed down her anger and…