I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

"Have you been well?" "Yes..."

Go Hayan greeted me as if nothing had happened yesterday, exuding the grace of a noblewoman from a movie, sipping her tea and gesturing towards the round table with a nod.

"The staff has finished the consultation. You're aware, aren't you?" "Yes."

It seemed as though a different time and a different melody flowed only around her space. It reminded me of a classical tune I had heard somewhere, elegant and refined.

Following her cue, I sat down opposite her, and a woman standing nearby poured tea for us.

The tea steamed warmly, spreading its aroma, and I couldn't help but think how well it matched Go Hayan.

"Just read and sign." "Ahem, alright."

I sipped the tea a couple of times out of politeness before opening the document laid out like a menu next to me. It contained names chosen by the staff for new jewels, along with plans for production systems, delivery, and product manufacturing.

"Sinabro...?"

It was a word I felt I had heard often, but didn't know the meaning.

Go Hayan set down her teacup and spoke.

"Bit by bit, unknowingly." "...?" "Looking at the jewel you created, I find myself getting lost in it without realizing how much time has passed."