"Argh... I'm so pissed off."
Jeon Ju-hui, eldest daughter of the Yeondae Group's current chairman, kept knocking back wine without a break.
She emptied glass after glass in one shot, with no trace of dignity.
"Unnie, did something happen? Why are you in such a hurry today?"
Im A-hyeon, the Ojeong Group's second daughter, asked.
They'd rented out an entire luxury wine bar in Gangnam.
This was the monthly gathering of daughters from the most prominent groups.
Most of the members were second-generation women executives who'd stepped back after the key management rights went to their brothers.
And at the core of it all were the two drinking right now: Jeon Ju-hui of Yeondae and Im A-hyeon of Ojeong.
"Ju-hui unnie's really feeling it today~."
Go Seon-gyeong of the Elja Group smiled sweetly.
At thirty-seven, Jeon Ju-hui was the oldest of them.
After her came Im A-hyeon of Ojeong and Go Seon-gyeong of Elja.
A few years separated them, but they got together often.
"Ugh! When I think about what that pretty-boy bastard did to me... I haven't been able to sleep without a drink for days now."
"Unnie, what's going on?"
Im A-hyeon dropped the formalities as if they were close and tipped her wineglass.
For all her offhand tone, her ears were pricked up.
The stories that got passed around at gatherings like this weren't easy to let go by.
All the more so when it was the Yeondae Group's eldest daughter who couldn't swallow her anger.
"You all know the group's been preparing an art museum lately, to give back through culture."
A few drinks in, Jeon Ju-hui spoke up, her face flushed red.
"That's the project you've been putting so much into."
Im A-hyeon remembered what she'd heard a few months ago.
The project had been dreamed up to shake off the image of trailing behind Ojeong.
Upper-class circles called Yeondae an ignorant family—good only at heavy industry, cars and construction, and a stranger to culture.
They couldn't entirely ignore what people said about the family's ways.
Im A-hyeon had laughed when she first heard about…