Scholar of My Heart
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Everyone in the industry knew Dunk Natachai as a cold, untouchable figure. At just twenty-seven, he had built DK Corporation into one of the country's most powerful companies. He ruled the boardroom with silence sharper than words, and his expressionless face alone could end conversations. People called him ruthless, robotic, heartless.
But behind closed doors, Dunk had a secret-he had been quietly changing lives through his personal scholarship program. Hundreds of students from disadvantaged backgrounds now had a future, thanks to him. He never asked for credit, never attended ceremonies, never met a single scholar.
Until Joong.
Joong Archen was everything Dunk was not-warm, idealistic, talkative, and persistent. A final-year student in Mass Communication, Joong was among the latest batch Dunk had sponsored. When their paths cross unexpectedly at a university event, Dunk finds himself drawn to the one person who makes him feel something again.
What begins as curiosity turns into connection. But can a man who's spent years building walls around his heart learn to love without fear? And what happens when Joong discovers that the man who's helping him reach his dreams has been watching from the shadows all along?
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