Chapter 132: Drama Contract Marriage Challenge
"Love, contracts, and dangerously good acting."
The first thing Ava noticed about the Grand Mirae Center was how shiny it was.
The skyscraper seemed to slice through the Seoul skyline with brutal elegance—mirrored panels glinting sharp enough to blind if you looked too long. As their black summit car pulled up to the valet entrance, the building’s polished stone pillars and artfully minimalist gardens loomed around them.
Ava smoothed her skirt, suddenly aware of how small she felt.
"Why does it look like we’re about to be cast in a historical epic and/or indicted for embezzlement?" she muttered.
Ryan grinned from the seat beside her, fixing his cufflinks with maddening casualness. "Because Koreans understand drama. Everything here looks ready for a scandal."
Ava huffed a breath, nerves jangling under her skin. She wasn’t new to high society events. But Seoul’s matchmaking summit? This was a different beast entirely. Bigger. Flashier. Hungrier.
As the driver opened the door, a blast of crisp spring air hit her face, laced with cherry blossoms from the carefully manicured street trees.
She stepped out—and immediately regretted wearing heels.
The entrance was a gauntlet: reporters clustered along velvet ropes, cameras flashing already. Marble steps led up to a soaring lobby framed by sleek glass, where staff in tailored black suits moved like chess pieces.
Mei bustled out of the second car behind them, wearing a stunning jade-green hanbok that screamed dignified elder stateswoman—if you ignored the selfie stick she was currently wielding like a knight’s lance.