Chapter 120:

Chapter 120:

At a certain steakhouse in Hannam-dong, Seoul.

Although it's quite expensive, every table is partitioned into rooms, making it a quiet and conducive place for conversation.

Seated across from each other are Jinseok, Jang Sunho, and Kwon Seokhoon.

"Thank you so much for coming, even though I contacted you so suddenly," Kwon Seokhoon says with a weak voice. He forces a bright smile, but even that seems tired.

As if to reassure him, Jinseok looks at Kwon Seokhoon and says, "No problem. I would have had dinner anyway, and if it's a meal with a senior, it's my honor."

"Haha You're relieving me of my burden. Thank you."

After exchanging such casual greetings,

After finishing the meal to some extent, Kwon Seokhoon speaks with a heavy voice.

"Firstly Kang Actor. Earlier, before the Pizza King' meeting, you mentioned that I was your role model."

"Oh, yes."

"I should have said thank you back then, but my emotions suddenly intensified, and I couldn't even say thank you. I'm sorry."

""

"Kang Actor, I know you're busy, but I really wanted to express my gratitude. And"

After finishing what he wanted to say to Jinseok, Kwon Seokhoon looks at Jang Sunho.

"Team Leader Jang Sunho."

"Yes."

"When you asked earlier if I could contact you if I needed help Could I ask what that was about?"

It was the voice of a desperate person, but he seemed to display little expectation regarding hope.'

In response, Jang Sunho, straightening his posture, spoke firmly but cautiously, "Of course, it's about your younger sibling, Kwon Seonhee."

Kwon Seokhoon's eyes widened at Jang Sunho's words. The change in his expression, from seemingly relaxed moments ago to something more intense, was evident.

Anticipating Kwon Seokhoon's reaction, Jang Sunho continued speaking in a relatively calm manner, "The photo of the sister that Director 3 has, that"

"Wait a moment," Kwon Seokhoon interrupted Jang Sunho. Then, he turned to Jinseok, who had been earnestly listening to their conversation.

"Actor Kang, I invited you to have a meal together, and I'm really sorry for saying this, but could you excuse us for a moment? It seems there's something I need to discuss privately with Team Leader Jang Sunho."

Jinseok, glancing at the two, subtly rose from his seat.

"No, there's no need for that," Jang Sunho said as he suddenly took out a tablet PC from his bag.

"The photos and videos Director 3 has of Kwon Seonhee, they're fake."

"Fake?"

Kwon Seokhoon was perplexed. Who his sister was, what was in the photos, what the videos contained, and the meaning of them being fakenone of it made sense.

Jinseok remained oblivious to the details.

However, sensing that it wasn't the right atmosphere to ask questions, he decided to stay quiet for now.

"F-fake? What do you mean?" Kwon Seokhoon asked.

"Exactly as it sounds. Director 3, Yang Mansu, claims that the photos and videos of the sister who threatened Kwon Seokhoon are fake."

"That can't be I saw them with my own eyes. That photo and video, it was undoubtedly my sister."

Kwon Seokhoon said with a serious expression, shaking his head. In response, Jang Sunho showed him the tablet PC he had taken out a while ago.

"Is this the photo?"

"Yes."

Unlike Jang Sunho's casual tone, Kwon Seokhoon's expression, upon seeing the tablet, closed his eyes as if he had witnessed something horrific. Unable to bear looking at it any longer, he pushed the tablet toward Jang Sunho.

Jinseok, though curious about what kind of photo it was, couldn't bring himself to look at it. Seeing Kwon Seokhoon's reaction, the person involved, made it impossible.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Jang Sunho, as if expecting it, said, "Come in."

The door opened, accompanied by the sound of worn-out sneakers, and a man entered.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Jinseok and Kwon Seokhoon turned their gaze toward the door.

Worn-out gray sneakers, tacky loose-fitting pants, and a relatively neat shirt.

"Hello, Actor Kang Jinseok. It's been a while."

Wearing his trademark artist's hat was Yang Chihoon, the photographer.

***

Unexpectedly, with Yang Chihoon's entrance, I found myself standing up from my seat.

"Oh! Hello, sir."

As Kwon Seokhoon was about to leave, Jang Sunho called him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kwon Seokhoon."

"Yes?"

"You mentioned that your contract with KL Entertainment is ending soon. Have you thought about your next agency?"

***

The next day, KL Entertainment, Actor 3's office.

Manager Yang Mansu, as usual, leisurely approached his seat with an iced Americano in hand.

He put the coffee down and looked at the entertainment news to see if anything interesting had happened yesterday.

"Tsk tsk. These days, journalists are so boring. They keep praising Kang Jinseok in their articles."

Bang!

At that moment, someone forcefully opened the door and walked in.

Manager 3 raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze from the monitor to the person who dared to barge into his roomthe guy who barely made it into the makeshift office.

"Kwon Seokhoon? Have you gone mad? What are you doing now?"

Manager 3 looked at the intruder, chuckling sarcastically.

Kwon Seokhoon, ignoring Manager 3's derisive laughter, stared at him.

"No, I'm perfectly sane."

"What, what?"

"I said I'm perfectly sane. This bastard here."

Click.

After speaking calmly, Kwon Seokhoon locked the door. It was a sound Manager 3 always heard, but today, it sounded strangely eerie.

Looking at Manager 3, Kwon Seokhoon approached him, looked down at him, and said, "Did you enjoy it?"

"What, what?"

"Did you enjoy it? Playing around with me and my sister."

"W- What are you talking about? Seokhoon-"

Bam!

While Yang Mansu managed to smile, Kwon Seokhoon struck him hard on the jaw. It was the first time Manager 3 had ever been hit, leaving him unable to regain his composure.

"Snap out of it. You have to be sober to take a punch like a man."

"Ugh"

Grabbing Manager 3 by the collar as if tearing off a chicken's neck, Kwon Seokhoon lightly slapped his cheeks.

Still unable to recover his senses, Manager 3 couldn't comprehend the situation.

"Get a hold of yourself. You need to be fully conscious to feel the pain."

"Ughhh"

Even after the relentless slaps, Manager 3 remained dazed.

Undeterred, Kwon Seokhoon picked up the iced Americano on the desk.

"Alright, let's clear your head with a bit of water, shall we?"

"Ughhh"

Splat!

Kwon Seokhoon poured the coffee on Manager 3's face. The combination of cold ice and coffee jolted Manager 3 back to reality.

"Hack Hackoo. You you, what the hell. S-Stop it."

Ignoring Manager 3's feeble protests, Kwon Seokhoon continued to hold him firmly. He then slapped Manager 3's cheeks again.

However, Manager 3 still seemed disoriented.

"Alright, wake up. We have six more to go."

"W-What what?"

"One punch per year. Seven years in total. It's a cheap price for what you've done, isn't it?"

"Ugh ugh."

"If you want to press charges, go ahead. When the time comes, I won't hold back either."

Kwon Seokhoon struck Manager 3's face again.

No longer did Kwon Seokhoon enter Room 3 with caution, always gauging Manager 3's mood.

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