The woman who was not chosen

Chapter 24

Dara Park did not realize his state until she demanded, "I'll ask you once and it better be the truth, what the hell did you do to Bom Kwon?!"

He did not respond.

She frowned and tilted his head forward a bit. He was knocked out cold.

Dara Park scoffed. That was all it took to subdue him? How pitiful.

She let his pathetic body slump onto the floor. She made sure to take pictures of his ruined state, ensuring that his face could be clearly seen. It would not be long before he was completely ruined.

Who would've thought the nation's rising actor was an abuser and rapist? He was famed on television as a romantic at heart and was always portrayed as the shining male lead who whisked the damsel-in-distress away. What an ironic facade.

Dara Park went into Bom Kwon's closet and took out three belts. She tied one around his ankles, his wrists, and then his arms for extra reassurance.

After that, she made her way towards Bom Kwon.

Even though she had seen the damage from afar, Dara Park was still not prepared.

When she turned Bom Kwon onto her back and brushed the strands of hair away from her face, Dara Park felt her heart sink to her stomach. Bruises. There were so many cuts and bruises on her face. It had only been one day since she had last seen Bom Kwon, yet the damage on her body said otherwise.

She felt her hands shake. How did this happen? Her eyes trailed back to the alcohol and cigarettes. It was impossible that only two people drank that much. She breathed out in shock, praying to every single god she knew that Bom Kwon had not been violated.

Dara Park had to take her to the hospital. There was no other option. She gingerly laid Bom Kwon back onto the ground, covered her in a blanket and called the ambulance. Afterward, she called Kwon Jiyong, but for the first time, he did not answer.

She nervously drummed her fingers on the table and called him again. Yet again, he did not answer. What was going on?!

Goût délicieux.

In the upscale and posh French restaurant where the faint sound of piano and violin could be heard in the background, two men could be seen sitting in front of a white-clothed square table.

One of the men sat like the ruler of a fine regime. He was the very definition of a pureblood aristocrat with undeniably flawless features. Well-defined and prominent, he gave off a different vibe than all of the wealthy people frequenting this restaurant. Men and women alike would steal glances his way, drawn to his appeal.

"President Kwon, thank you for taking the time to join me today." Jun Park took a small sip of his red wine. He was thrilled to see the young man in front of him. As one of the directors in his father's company, he knew all too well how difficult it was to see this man. People had to wait months on end just to have a conversation with Kwon Jiyong, but with the strings his little niece pulled, he was able to see Kwon Jiyong within a few days!

Kwon Jiyong apathetically nodded his head. He did not touch his food.

"You have no idea how much this means to me." Jun Park eagerly said, placing down his glass and lifting his fork. "When I first received word that you agreed to see me, it truly made my day."

"I never thought I would get this opportunity to see you in person, seeing as you're usually very busy." He babbled on, "My wife and kids would be ecstatic if they can meet you. I have a daughter, she's only a few years younger than you, and in a couple of months, she will turn eighteen." He dug into his salad.