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The next morning, Eunwoo and Lisa sat stiffly on the couch in the Chois' modest living room, their expressions carefully controlled. Reporters filled the room, flashes from cameras flickering in their faces as the media scrambled to capture every detail of their reactions to the shocking news that had shaken the social elite.

The questions came rapidly, each one layered with curiosity and barely hidden skepticism.

“Mr. Choi Eunwoo, how are you feeling about the recent revelation?”

“Choi Eunwoo, how do you plan to adjust now that your position as the Jeon heir has changed?”

“What about your new girlfriend, Lisa? How will she handle this shift in lifestyle?”

Eunwoo took a deep breath, feeling uncomfortable hearing Choi in his name, but still give the practiced, charming smile as he prepared his response. "This news came as a surprise to me, just as it did to everyone else,” he began, his voice steady but his hand tightening slightly on the armrest. “But one thing hasn’t changed—I’m in love with Lisa. I promised her a future, and I intend to keep that promise. I’ll make her happy, no matter what."

The reporters took note, but the next question was as probing as ever. “And now that you’re no longer the Jeon heir, how do you plan to support this future?”

Eunwoo tighten his lips at the question but quickly smile wider, his tone sliding into practiced confidence. “I may not be the heir, but I’m not exactly starting from scratch. Mr. Jeon entrusted me with a villa and a subsidiary company when I was the presumed heir. These will still be under my care, and I intend to continue managing them as I have been. I’ll make sure Lisa and I have a good life.”

At this, Lisa put on her own polished smile, but there was a flash of bitterness behind her eyes. She had dreamed of living like Taehyung, with the prestige and comforts that came with being part of the Jeon family. Now, instead of a grand mansion, she was left in this house and had to rely on the remnants of what Eunwoo could retain. But still she felt relieved hear about a villa.

The reporters noticed her expression and shifted their attention. “Lisa, how do you feel about all this? After all, you must have envisioned a certain lifestyle as the girlfriend of a Jeon.”

As the reporters' questions continued, Lisa’s expression softened into a warm, angelic smile—the practiced look she used to charm those around her. Slowly, she reached over and took Eunwoo's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to show her unwavering support.

“I don’t care whether he’s a Jeon or a Choi or anything else,” Lisa said in a sweet, reassuring tone. Her voice was laced with conviction as she continued, “I love him, not his money. I’m not interested in materialistic things. My love for him can’t be measured with wealth or status. I see how hard he’s trying with the subsidiary company just to build a good future for us, and I want to help him in every way I can. But honestly, I don’t care about the villa or any luxury. If it’s with Eunwoo, I’d be happy living in a small apartment. All I need is him.”

Lisa turned to Eunwoo, giving him her brightest, most supportive smile—a smile so convincingly genuine that the reporters seemed moved by her heartfelt declaration. They took note of the supposed depth of her devotion, jotting down her words and capturing images of what appeared to be a couple deeply in love, bonded through loyalty rather than fortune.

Later that day, news of Lisa and Eunwoo’s “unwavering love” spread rapidly, with headlines praising Lisa's selflessness and her humble outlook. The public response was overwhelmingly positive, and soon, people with generous hearts began investing in Eunwoo’s subsidiary company, touched by their story and eager to help this couple build a life together.

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