Chapter 143 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 143 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

I looked at the screen with a dumbfounded expression.

Celebrities laughing and chatting, moving on to other entertaining stories. What would the viewers of this program think?

"I must be the crazy one."

Yesterday, Yeongju called me.

Yonghan, affiliated with a major agency, is strategically playing the media.

There's no lie in his words. But cunningly, he's branded himself as the victim, and me, an unapologetic, mean aggressor.

Even now, look at him pretending to restrain the MC, packaging himself as a good-natured person.

He doesn't even seem that smart, so it's probably the company instructing him to act this way as part of a planned strategy.

I picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, and sprawled on the sofa.

"How pitiful to be without an agency."

Hmm, is that not it?

I do have an agency, though not an entertainment one.

Seongcheol told me he's no longer getting calls from broadcasters.

Funny. Yonghan is actively participating, no, even more aggressively than usual, and they don't even give me a chance to explain. Is this the power of being in an agency?

Then, the walkie-talkie given by the head of security hired by Yeongju rings.

-Mr. President.

A title I'm not yet used to, but the head of security naturally calls me that. I quickly responded.

"Yes, Head of Security."

-Ten minutes ago, two fans were caught climbing over your house's wall. One of them fell and got injured in the process.

What now?

"Are they hurt?"

-It seems like a minor ankle injury. Nothing serious.

"Did they go to the hospital?"

-Yes, we just took them to a nearby hospital in our vehicle.

"Okay, they're not seriously injured?"

-Right, but the problem is the journalists took photos.

"Ah, that's troublesome. Was there any fault on our side?"

-No, we just asked them to come down, but they slipped and fell.

"Alright, I understand. Thanks for your hard work."

I will deliberately leave this house in view of the journalists. Once they know I'm not here, maybe these damned media plays will stop.

After packing and changing clothes, I picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Head of Security."

After a moment of static, the voice of the head of security comes through.

-Yes, Mr. President.

"I'm going out. Can you lend me a car?"

-Yes, we can provide a vehicle. But there are journalists outside, are you sure?

"Yes, I'm deliberately going out to show them. It seems more peaceful at home without me."

-Where are you going?

I looked out the window for a moment, then spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"To the airport."

- We’ll prepare.

After setting down the walkie-talkie, I go downstairs. Mom, folding laundry, is startled by my luggage and asks,

“Where are you going? It's chaos outside.”

“Mom, I’m going to Jeju Island for a month.”

“Jeju Island? All of a sudden?”

“Yes, Youngju arranged a place for me to cool off.”

“Really? Youngju did?”

“Yes.”

“Youngju can be trusted. Alright, call me when you arrive. Eat well. Got it?”

"Yes, did brother go to work okay?"

"Yes, there were some kids trying to harm him too, but they couldn't touch your brother because the journalists were taking photos."

Of course, if they harassed a visually impaired person, the media would turn against them.

My brother usually works from home, but he goes to the office about once a month for training. Of course, he is accompanied by a professional caregiver for the disabled.

I deliberately showed a calm smile and said,

"I’ll be back, Mom."

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