"What did you say just now! Moved to the royal suite??"

The director's office at the DMC agency.

Yang Docheol, who had been sitting in his chair with his legs crossed, let out a roar.

Gu Miryeo, shaking in every limb as she reported the previous night's business, did not know where to put herself.

"Yes……."

"Why?"

"That is……."

"Don't tell me Seo Dahui turned out to be some upstart's daughter we didn't know about?"

"That is not it."

"Then?"

"There was…… a man."

"What!!"

"And right next door, at that."

"A man? Next door? Who?"

Yang Docheol's eyes glittered.

It is astonishing news.

Seo Dahui the singer-songwriter, who had done nothing but music and played the innocent.

And there is a man next door?

She has been shelling pumpkin seeds behind everybody's back properly.

"The man's name is Ha Tae-ung, they say……."

Gu Miryeo, shoulders drawn in, held her breath.

She knows Yang Docheol's usual character well.

He is an entertainment-world punk of a producer, a leftover from the past.

To this day he lays hands on his managers, and on the artists under contract who have nobody behind them.

Particularly frequent is picking out women artists he has marked and putting them into entertaining.

Yang Docheol, whose conduct is a gangster's, got past the MeToo issue as well.

That is how thoroughly he holds the weak points of the artists under him as his final card.

To a man like that, the Seo Dahui business is the best news there could be.

"A sponsor?"

"Sorry?"

"That's it! That bastard took the hotel for her, didn't he?"

"Yes……."

"Puhahahahahahahaha."

Certain of the situation, Yang Docheol let out a laugh loud enough to lift the director's office off its base.

"Holding her head up haughtily, playing the innocent, and what she's actually doing is the demimonde?"

Yang Docheol reached his answer out of the varied experience he has behind him.

What sort of madman would provide a woman with a royal suite for nothing in return.

A hotel stay costing several million won a night, and taken for a whole…