"……H.R?"

Alexander repeated it, as if he'd never heard the name.

Nothing changed in his gray-blue eyes. If anything, the hostile interest in them cooled a little.

"The H.R Group……"

He nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry…… I haven't heard of it."

His manner as he said it was faultlessly polite. But the meaning inside was just as clear.

Nothing worth knowing!

It wasn't one of the European giants of capital he knew, and it wasn't a global company whose name everyone recognized.

Some young man calling himself chairman of a new Korean group wasn't worth much of Alexander's attention. The problem lay elsewhere.

Last night, Johanna had definitely gone to this man's room.

That alone had grated on him, but the report that came in this morning had turned his stomach completely.

Johanna. Isabella. Emilia Lorenz.

All three women had stayed the night in Ha Tae-ung's suite together. All the way till morning!

Of course, he didn't imagine anything had happened. He knew Johanna's character well enough.

But understanding it in his head and taking the blow in his gut were entirely different things.

For years he had hovered at Johanna's side and never once been granted a night like that.

And she'd spent that long night with some twenty-year-old Korean nobody knew anything about!

Hearing it had sent him reeling. He shook with jealousy. Anger ran hot through his whole body.

So he had come in person.

To find out what on earth this man was! Edmund's position was no different.

He'd barely said a word, far quieter than usual, his eyes fixed on Ha Tae-ung.

Isabella. His oldest childhood friend.

She was more precious to him than anyone, and for years he'd secretly wanted her to be more than a friend.

He'd heard reports some time ago that Isabella, the woman he'd only ever watched from a distance, had grown unusually close to a Korean man.

He knew she had even visited Korea twice.

That she was helping the man with his work, he could understand.

But last night, in the end, Isabella had stayed in his room.

Edmund…