AGR 07

Through that narrow gap, she could see the two men’s activities.

Kwon Jaeeon was sipping champagne, seated side by side with another man.

After exchanging a few words in an intimate manner, Kwon Jaeeon leaned toward the man, tilting his head to one side.

Then his large hand began roaming over the man’s chest…

“Fucking… lunatic.”

Apparently, she had muttered the words aloud without realizing it.

As if that were their cue, the team members seated around the conference table began chiming in one after another.

“Agreed.”

“Of all the things he could do, now he’s got himself into trouble with a man.”

“What a waste of that face.”

“Still, we should respect his preferences.”

Then someone added another comment.

“But if it’s a kiss with the Youngest Prince, wouldn’t it be worth it? I know I’d want to.”

The people who had been cursing him moments ago promptly changed their tune.

“True.”

“If it’s the Youngest Prince… well, of course.”

The Youngest Prince.

That was what the employees of the PR and Legal teams called Kwon Jaeeon.

He was the youngest of Chairman Kwon Seokho’s three grandsons, but that wasn’t the only reason for the nickname. He was also the grandson who enjoyed the chairman’s undivided affection.

The first grandson, Kwon Gi-hyeok, was the Crown Prince. The second, Kwon Su-hyeong, was the Damn CEO. And the third, Kwon Jaeeon, was the Youngest Prince.

The Crown Prince was a Crown Prince in every sense of the word. He looked so perfectly suited to the role that even if he were to become emperor the very next day, no one would find it strange. That was why he had earned the nickname.

As for the Damn CEO, every scandal he caused was so sordid that the PR and Legal teams unanimously considered him the worst of the lot.

Kwon Jaeeon caused just as many scandals as the Damn CEO, yet, amusingly enough, he was protected by both teams simply because he was the Youngest Prince.

When Iseo had first joined the company, she couldn’t understand it at all. When she asked about it, a senior colleague from the Legal team had answered:

“Every time the Damn CEO causes a scandal, there’s always a settlement involved. It’s not enough to get the articles taken down. You have to negotiate settlements with the victims, the witnesses, and the people directly involved. There’s no one more difficult to deal with than that man. But with the Youngest Prince, all we have to do is get the articles taken down. He handles the settlements himself and makes sure the witnesses keep their mouths shut, too. He’s so thorough that it almost feels as though the scandal never actually happened.”

“As though it never happened? You mean it was fake… like he staged the whole thing himself?”

“It just means he’s incredibly good at cleaning up after himself. Think about how many women he’s been involved with by now. Not a single one has ever clung to him afterward or made a scene. Everything ends cleanly. No mess, no fuss.”

So, they said, this time would be no different. As long as they somehow managed to get the video taken down, the matter would blow over without any major problems.

“All right, all right. Stop indulging your personal fantasies while watching videos of the Youngest Prince, and let’s get to work. Work.”

At the team leader’s words, everyone regained their composure and began discussing how to resolve the situation as quickly as possible.

“In the case of TelegrXX, even if we submit a deletion request, they’re likely to ignore it or drag their feet indefinitely. It would probably be faster to track down the person who uploaded the video.”

At someone’s suggestion, the others nodded in agreement.

Iseo, the youngest member of the team, nodded along absentmindedly while continuously scribbling notes in her notebook.

“What if we ask the club to cooperate? The person filming this had their camera pressed right up against the crack in the door. If we can get access to the CCTV footage, we should be able to identify whoever leaked the video.”

At that moment, the tip of Iseo’s pencil stopped moving.

Ask the club to cooperate? Get access to the CCTV footage?

“Will they actually cooperate? It’s a matter of privacy and all that. We’d be exposing everyone who’s ever visited that place, wouldn’t we?”

Iseo abruptly raised her head and looked around at her seniors.

Perhaps because this involved the Youngest Prince, who was so dearly loved by the chairman, everyone’s eyes were practically glowing with enthusiasm.

“That’s why we should file a report first and request a warrant. We won’t be able to catch the uploader without the police’s help.”

“But we need to handle this quietly.”

“We can require the police to maintain confidentiality. No problem. I’ll take care of that.”

Iseo was flustered.

Why are they suddenly working so hard on this? What if someone’s face shows up first?

“No.”

She had gripped her pencil so tightly that the lead had snapped. With a flushed face, Iseo shook her head.

“From filing a report to questioning the victim and applying for a warrant, it’ll take far too long.”

Her voice was unusually loud for someone like Iseo, and everyone looked at her in confusion.

“Look at the view count. Not many people have seen the video yet. We need to act quickly while we still can.”

The team leader frowned and opened his mouth.

“Who doesn’t know that? We’re only discussing this because we don’t have any other options. If only we knew the owner of that club…”

“I know her.”

I know her. I know her very well.

She called Woni in advance, then took the subway to Club Ryun.

Before eight in the evening, the venue operated as an espresso bar, so even during the day, the club was bustling with customers.

Just like that night, a famous DJ was playing dazzling music while stylishly dressed patrons lounged on comfortable sofas, enjoying their coffee.

As soon as Iseo stepped inside, the manager hurried over to greet her.

After being escorted to the security room, she found Woni already reviewing the CCTV footage.

“You sneaky bitch. You’re here?”

Whatever she had seen, Woni was glaring fiercely as she unleashed a torrent of curses.

“Why the hell would I be with that man? Have you ever seen a face like his?”

Repeating what Iseo had told her over the phone that day, Woni stepped aside slightly and showed her the footage she had been reviewing.

On the screen, Iseo could be seen entering a private room.

And following right behind her was Kwon Jaeeon.

Woni clicked the mouse, bringing up footage from another angle.

It showed Iseo gathering her belongings, followed by Kwon Jaeeon taking the seat she had occupied.

“Still going to tell me you’ve never seen him?”

Then Woni smacked her painfully on the back.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten, telling you how pretty you are, and this is how you repay me? Trying to pull the wool over my eyes with a bunch of lies?”

“Ow, ow!”

Iseo let out a pained whimper. Whether Woni cursed at her or hit her, she accepted it meekly, doing her best to soothe her friend.

“It’s not that I didn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you.”

“Why? Were you afraid I’d get jealous?”

“No. Because you admire Kwon Jaeeon, and I was going to call him a piece of trash.”

Then she gave Woni a rough account of what had happened that day.

Normally, Iseo would never have shared such a story with Woni. But since she was the one asking for help this time, she had no choice but to spill the details.

“He asked you to have a threesome? And then he went and did that with some guy… What a fucking psycho.”

Woni’s face reddened with anger.

“So, what you’re telling me is that someone tried to share my pretty, innocent Iseo with another bastard?”

Share her?

Put that way, Iseo really did feel as though she had been subjected to an outrageous violation.

“Ha! That son of a bitch.”

After cursing up a storm, Woni declared, “If I ever look at that bastard favorably again, then I’m not Jeong Woni. I’m Byeong Woni!” and continued making a scene.

“Which is why, Woni…”

Iseo clasped Woni’s right hand tightly between both of her own.

“Please help me out.”

She needed the footage from after she had left the room and the door had closed.

All she had to do was find out who had filmed the incriminating video.

Whoever that person was, she needed to identify them.

Without involving the police.

And without anyone at Taesung Group finding out that Iseo had encountered Kwon Jaeeon there that night.

She intended to resolve the matter quietly.

“You’re the only one who can do this. Please?”

Woni stared intently at Iseo as she pleaded.

Her brows drew together slightly, then one eyebrow arched upward.

Knowing Woni’s expressions all too well, Iseo immediately made her next move, just as a resourceful lawyer would.

“I’ll issue you another Yun Iseo voucher.”

Iseo had connections in all sorts of circles, including the social, political, and business worlds, and Woni had helped her considerably in dealing with matters involving the Taesung Group’s owner family.

Last time, Woni had investigated the weekend activities of the Damn CEO, Kwon Su-hyeong.

In exchange, Iseo had attended Woni’s Friday-night party.

“That’s not enough. This time, issue me a wish voucher.”

“A wish voucher?”

“You know this is illegal, right?”

Illegal. Yes, it was illegal.

Both Iseo and Woni were breaking the law to protect Kwon Jaeeon.

“Fine. A wish voucher it is.”

Closing her eyes tightly before opening them again, Iseo rummaged through her bag and tore off the last page of her spiral notebook.

She wondered whether it was really necessary to go this far, but Woni wanted a physical ticket that could be transferred to someone else. From Iseo’s perspective, that was preferable to a vague verbal promise, too.

After all, Woni was rather scatterbrained and had roughly a fifty-percent chance of losing the ticket.

In the dimly lit security room, the manager watched with amusement as Iseo earnestly wrote out the wish voucher while Woni waited for it with an eager expression.

Once the two had finalized their transaction to their mutual satisfaction, they sat side by side in front of the monitors and watched the footage from that night over and over again.