"To marry a rich man and to be rich."
She's Rosé Park. A normal girl from an orphanage who flew to South Korea and introduced herself as an heiress and fabricated her whole life.
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After Eunwoo aided me out of the tracksuit that I need to wear, I instantly ran errands and changed clothes in the bathroom.
I am all polished and geared up now, and yet, I can't seem to divulge myself to come out from the bathroom.
"Where did I get myself into?!" I complained, employing a hushed voice as I tousled my hair in frustration.
Before I even lose my mind, my phone buzzed in my lap, which I quickly grabbed.
Irene I told you to be careful!
You should have just declined!
Since my hands are quivering, I just had to call her.
"Hello?!" She started, which caused me to move my phone away from my ear for a second.
Based on her tone, she is furious.
"Sorry, Irene, but I had no choice. They were expecting me to say yes so I just said it," I explained.
"Nonsense! You could have told them that you are not like every other Parks!" She spat.
"I was not thinking during that time that's why I ended up agreeing."
She sighed, "You're persuading you're self in trouble."
"I know. That's why I require your help. What should I do?" I asked.
"Do you know how to drive?" She asked back.
"I do, but I can't with auto race cars."
"It's better than having no knowledge at driving at all," She stated; she's more relaxed now than earlier. "I'm going to send you a summarize version on how to start the engine, and how to handle it."
"Alright, what else should I do?"
"If someone will ask you what auto race car you like the most, tell them Porsche 935. It's a limited edition that only can be bought in U.K.," She said.
I nodded even though she can't see me and took note of it, "Okay..."
"Be cautious about driving, Rosé. The elements of auto racing and automatic cars are a lot different. Pay attention on everything that I will send you because one mistake will result to your death," She said ruefully.
I gulped. Irene's not making me feel any better. Oh well, what do I expect from Irene anyway?
"I'm going to drop the call now," I informed her.
"Wait," She stopped me.
"What is it?"
"Don't ever try to race or compete along with them. Take your driving easy," She preaches.
