"I have been properly hit……. Hahaha."

Gi Hyeonseo, chairman of the Daejin Geumchon Culture Foundation, burst into an empty laugh once she was home.

She had taken Ha Tae-ung far too lightly, for a young friend.

She had heard only what her daughter Jisu said, and thought the Jeju business a small matter.

The two of them, mother and daughter, get on fairly well ordinarily.

When Jisu ran three hundred million through on an imported used car at the centre Ha Tae-ung had set up, she did not mind much either.

She did not want to force on her any longer a life lived stiflingly, watching everybody around her for a sign. It might be nearer the truth to say she does not want Jisu to live as she has.

Perhaps because of the training at home, she was quick to read a room, and did nothing at all that would get her marked in the book of the family's elders.

A child who chose Yeonguk University herself, of her own judgement.

Reporters go about with their eyes wide open, and she never even attempted a romance or any other private life that might make trouble and whet their appetite.

She spent her university life hiding thoroughly that she was one of the MG house, and looking like an ordinary child.

She did not stand out, so the press did not particularly mind where she went either.

To live as quietly as possible enjoying the wealth allowed her, and then to die, is enough.

But she did not want Jisu to inherit the life she has borne and lived, either.

If only her own elder brother had not died early! She would of course be living as a true princess of the MG house.

Her own brother Gi Gwangho thought differently from their father.

When they were small he plainly said that once he became chairman he would see to it that his younger sisters could take part in running the affiliates openly.

Of course, all that is left now is the promise her own brother made. However the years…