A week later, Jisoo found himself inside the bar that was indicated on the card Lisa had given him during their last encounter. He wasn't sure what to expect tonight and wasn't sure why Lisa was interested in a business deal with him, considering that his family's company wasn't doing well at the moment.
When the news broke out that his father collapsed and got a heart attack, the company shares plummeted and several of their prospective investors backed out. If only Dong Hee was able to convince them that he could manage the company on his own, but alas, he didn't have the business acumen their father ingrained into Jisoo during his childhood years.
If Jisoo was raised to become his successor, Chairman Kim raised Dong Hee without the pressure on his shoulder, allowing the latter to do his own bidding. It was something Jisoo hated about his father. He couldn't understand why his father was hard on him, but was willing to dote on his younger brother.
If he hadn't returned in time, Jisoo was sure that he would find the business his forefathers started in shambles if it was left to his incompetent little brother for too long. Now, the board was looking at him as if he could pull out some miracle to save their company.
Jisoo groaned at that thought. He couldn't believe he should sacrifice the career he started from scratch, without relying on his father's influence, over the years only to save his younger brother's ass. He supposed his birthright as the firstborn wouldn't allow him to lose the company because of Dong Hee.
Having no choice but to do what was needed, Jisoo could only suck it up and face the challenge as a man. He entered the bar and wasn't surprised when a loud crowd and music greeted him. He grimaced and continued to make his way to the VIP lounge.
Even though the place was thumping with loud and catchy music and filled with people, no one dared to approach him. He walked alone, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea giving way to Moses. Men got out of his way, while women could only ogle at him with interest.
None of them mattered to Jisoo as he walked past them. He was here for business and not to socialize anyway.
He moved to the narrow hall, which was surprisingly empty, given how jam packed the dance floor was. There were several VIP booths on the second level, which he walked past until he reached the designated room on his card. Outside room 209, there were two guards wearing black suits and an earpiece on their right ears. They gave him a blank look as he approached.
"I'm here on an invitation." Jisoo pulled out the card and showed it to the two guards.
They nodded, stepped aside, one of them opening the door for him.
Jisoo said nothing else and strode inside, his eyes sweeping around the room, noticing how the place was comparably larger than the other VIP rooms he'd entered within the bar. He was then greeted with a sight of four men playing poker at the large center table with a bottle of alcohol an arm's length away from each of them.
The four men lifted their heads almost at the same time when Jisoo opened the door. Each had different expressions on their faces.
"About damn time. We've been waiting for you." Song Yiran laughed as he saw Jisoo. He then gestured for the newcomer to take a seat.
"Thanks. I'm Kim Jisoo by the way." He extended a hand and shook hands with the four men before taking a seat next to Song Yiran.
"Now we only wait for Lisa to arrive." Park Jin Young commented as he continued to play with Kim Ming Yu and Jackson Wang.
"I already knew this would happen. He was head over heels for Jennie before. Now that they are married, I wouldn't be surprised if Lisa is already wrapped around her finger." Song Yiran hummed.

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The Wicked Wife 2
FanfictionIn her past life, Jennie lost everything when her father's other daughter came, essentially ruining her life. Only at the end of her life did her half-sister Krystal, reveal the truth. Jennie wasn't her parents' real child, but an orphan that they...