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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you
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Jeongguk looked around curiously, his eyes slowly glancing over all the exhibits on display, but nothing seemed appropriate. There was still something wrong, and he couldn't make a mistake. It almost felt like he was choosing an engagement ring again, except that this time he knew exactly what he wanted. Unfortunately, he still hasn't found it. He sighed loudly, then pivoted on his heel and started to walk down the next aisle.
He had spent at least an hour here, strolling across the white, shiny marble floor. His elegant shoes from the new Versace collection rattled loudly against the stone floor every time he took the next step. He moved fairly quickly, taking long, springy steps, and the young saleswoman was almost running around in her high heels to keep up with him.
"Maybe I can advise you on something, Mr. Jeon?" The girl asked, almost running in his footsteps once again.
Jeongguk looked at her over his shoulder, dressed in another well-cut suit. The girl was young, probably around his age, and dressed in an elegant, pink, chiffon, a little see-through blouse that showed a bit of her underwear. For this, she chose a black pencil skirt above the knee and high, black heels. Her dark hair was tied in a high ponytail. She looked really smart and certainly knowledgeable in her trade, but Jeongguk felt annoyed that knowing his name, she was all over him all the time. He hated it. In addition, considering her age, he was convinced that she certainly hadn't read about him in any trade magazine, but rather in some inferior tabloid that had proclaimed him "South Korea's most coveted bachelor" for the umpteenth time in a row.
"I don't like anything here," he replied shortly, not wanting to waste time on unnecessary explanations. "I mean... Everything looks great, but it's not what I'm looking for," he explained, seeing her surprised expression. He didn't want to be a complete snob, but he knew he wouldn't find what he needed here. He lifted his hand and ran it over his jet black, smoothly combed hair, pondering for a moment what he should do, then turned his gaze back to her. "Where do you keep your best models?" He asked suddenly as an idea struck him. "I need something better than what I have seen so far."
"The best models are in the second room down there..." Before the girl could finish, Jeongguk was already heading in the indicated direction. So she broke off and quickly ran in his footsteps, chasing him again in high heels.
After his visit, she should get a raise for kilometers traveled chasing him, Jeongguk thought, a bit amused.
But he had no intention of slowing down. He was determined and had no intention of leaving empty-handed. He was walking quickly, passing the corridor separating him from the indicated room in several long strides. As soon as he stepped over the threshold and saw what was inside, his lips curved into a smile.
