"Why me, of all people?"
While expressing his doubt, Itaegyeom calmly held onto the steering wheel. Continuously muttering to himself, he made Yeonseo, who couldn't stand the confusion any longer, speak up.
"Are you curious about my few friends?"
"Friends?"
Itaegyeom looked back in surprise. Fortunately, they were caught at a traffic signal.
"Hey, look ahead."
"Are we friends?"
"Why, aren't we?"
Though they were between a celebrity and a manager, and though they sometimes made a fuss over trivial matters, they were the same age and got along relatively informally, so weren't they friends by now? Yeonseo's words came out without much thought.
"Well, yeah, I guess so."
Promoted from slave to friend, Itaegyeom remained silent. Im Seunghyun, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled faintly.
"He seems embarrassed."
Even if Yeonseo complained to Im Seunghyun about why he acted that way when he asked him to, he had done his job properly.
"But don't you have any friends? You should loosen up a bit."
"I can live without them."
"Well, that's true..."
As a third-generation chaebol, it probably wouldn't affect him much if he didn't have friends. Itaegyeom rolled his eyes towards the passenger seat.
"Aren't you nervous, Secretary Hyung?"
"I met the chairman before."
"Oh, really...? How was it?"
"Well..."
Im Seunghyun considered teasing Itaegyeom for being so nervous, but he held back. He remembered a time when he panicked and made up a lame excuse when Yeonseo collapsed, so he didn't know what would happen if he panicked today.
"You don't need to be so nervous."
"Of course, because you're good at everything, hyung. I'm just a commoner."
Actually, he was. Initially, he was nervous in the presence of the chaebol family, but Im Seunghyun, who was quick-witted, realized that if Yeonseo was involved, they were just an ordinary, insignificant family.
"Don't think of him as the chairman, think of him as your grandfather..."
"That makes it even more nerve-wracking."
How eccentric would Yeonseo's grandfather be? Itaegyeom felt goosebumps on his arms.
Apart from the traffic jam, Itaegyeom arrived at Chairman Yu's mansion on time and dumbfoundedly opened his mouth.
"Wow... Is this a house?"
Just from the long stretch of walls, one could guess the scale of the mansion.
"But can we go empty-handed?"
"My grandfather invited you casually, just come."
Yeonseo opened the door as if it were familiar to him. The scale of the mansion hidden within the tall walls made Itaegyeom once again open his mouth in awe.
"What about that house over there?"
Yeonseo paused his steps. It was a house he often saw during memory synchronization. It was the house where Yugeonmin and Yi Heeseo, two sons, used to live.
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The Third-Gen Chaebol Becomes a Genius Actor
General Fiction///THIS WORK IS COMPLETE/// I returned to the past to become an actor, instead I reincarnated as a Third-Gen Chaebol TW: This story does occasionally deal with themes of suicide (not the main character, and not very descriptive most of the time (i d...