The Ilseong Group's private jet. Go Junyong was taking a last work report over the satellite phone.

"Have that organized and sent up before tomorrow morning's board meeting."

—Yes, Chairman.

"Go over the European schedule again with the chief of the secretariat."

—Understood.

He ended the call. The cabin went quiet again.

Go Junyong put down the phone in his hand and looked out the window.

Part of the plane, flying above the clouds, caught his eye. Out of nowhere, his nephew's face came to mind.

Kang Junu.

He'd offered to bring him along on this Switzerland trip, and the boy had turned him down flat.

—I'm going with Tae-ung, though?

The answer had come without a moment's hesitation. Remembering it, Go Junyong frowned slightly.

That kid……

Go Junyong was his uncle, and the chairman of the Ilseong Group. He had a private jet, too.

Abroad, he got the full VIP treatment. And yet his nephew Junu had passed him over to join Ha Tae-ung's party.

It stung, of course, and it was also absurd. At the same time, he was curious what the boy was thinking.

Just how much does the kid like him?

Ha Tae-ung. Honestly, when he'd first met him, he had felt the young man was a little special. But the more he watched, the more the kid kept outdoing even that.

Only twenty. For a start, he dealt with people like no twenty-year-old should be able to. He was completely natural, never awkward.

With his elders he was neither afraid nor servile. But what bothered him most was something else.

He doesn't call?

He'd accepted the offer to be brothers, and yet he never once got in touch first.

A look of disbelief crossed Go Junyong's face.

He even found it a little galling.

Ordinary people, the moment they formed a personal relationship with the chairman of the Ilseong Group, would flaunt it any way they could to get something out of it.

The usual business favors or investment deals, and even introductions to people who might be useful.

There were countless people who'd come…