Chapter 83: It didn’t feel like me.

Chapter 83: It didn’t feel like me.

Chapter 83 < It didn’t feel like me. >

-A fierce support competition at the final shooting scene

First of all, Yoo Yeon Seo had nailed it that only people who had more money than him could support him. But that was ridiculous, lol.

It started with Yoo Chang-ho sending hotel buffets, fine wine, luxury goods, and so on.

The next day, Choi Yoo-jin sent something better, and how could Yoo Geon-min, the leader of the eight-armed gang, miss out, lol. The day after that, Yoo Geon-min sent something even better as if he was competing.

Yoo Eun-ho, Yoo Min-jung, Yoo Seon-young, and even his cousin Park Seon-woo joined in.

And they didn’t just send once, but several times, so he ate hotel buffets, liquor, luxury gifts, and even coffee and desserts for a week.

The picture below is a staff certification photo.

If anyone comments that he is their father or grandfather or something, and makes jokes about their in-laws, they will get nail poisoning, skin necrosis, and die bald.

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└How many billions did they spend on the gifts?

└But Park Seon-woo doesn’t have more money than Yoo Yeon Seo, why did he send support?

└└I saw on the MyTube video that he put his mother’s name and then made the banner with his name.

└But it’s surprising, weren’t they like this before? Didn’t they not send anything?

└└There was a rumor that Yoo Yeon Seo and his family reconciled.

└└└What? They fought before?

└└└└Yoo Yeon Seo and Yoo Chang-ho are famous for having a big fight over Yoo Yeon Seo becoming a celebrity.

└I work in the industry, and I wish I was a staff for the final shoot too. Who gives that kind of stuff to the lowest rank? I’m so jealous.

Yoo Yeon Seo looked around the shooting site with his arms crossed. His family had been sending food trucks, gifts, and so on to the shooting site. The cheering messages were also colorful. Yoo Geon-min showed his affection for his son without any filter, and his aunts sent them as if they were competing for who loved their nephew more.

“Thank you!”

“Yeon Seo, we’ll enjoy it.”

For about a week, the staff received lavish meals, desserts, and gifts, and Yoo Yeon Seo’s image reached the peak of perfection.

“This is not it...”

Yoo Yeon Seo muttered in front of the coffee truck that Choi Yoo-jin sent. He told him not to send it, but he did anyway. He couldn’t send it back since the staff were happy, so he just accepted it and resigned himself.

‘I should have banned the support from the start.’

Next time, I’ll either ban it or something. Yoo Yeon Seo shook his head.

“You’re not close with your mother?”

Ryu Hye-kyung looked at him with suspicious eyes. Yoo Yeon Seo answered without changing his expression.

“He must have asked someone below him to send it. Everyone else did.”

“Hmm... Really?”

Yoo Yeon Seo glanced at Ryu Hye-kyung next to him. There were three stalkers attached to Lee Hee-seo that Lim Seung-hyun confirmed, and that was from the newspaper articles. There would be more if he dug into the president or manager of Twinkle’s agency.

But he ordered Lim Seung-hyun to stop the investigation.

‘It’s dangerous to dig deeper...’

Yoo Yeon Seo found out that he had stepped on the tail when he visited his grandfather’s house. Yoo Chang-ho, who was sitting in the study and drinking tea, said without beating around the bush.

[Why are you investigating your dead mother?]

Yoo Yeon Seo put down his teacup. He was quite shaken, and the sound of the teacup clinking was loud.

[I’m curious. I don’t remember.]

[Hmm, is that so? You still can’t remember?]

[Yes, I can’t remember her face well.]

Although there were media materials from Lee Hee-seo’s active days, her face in his memory was noisy and crackling.

Yoo Chang-ho let out a small breath as he looked at his grandson, who looked fine even when he talked about his dead mother.

[Don’t try to find out too much. It might go wrong again...]

[Yes?]

[No, it’s nothing.]

He let it go then, but Yoo Yeon Seo couldn’t forget the look in his grandfather’s eyes. There was worry and warning not to do anything foolish.

It wasn’t Lim Seung-hyun who spilled it. He had figured out that he was working for him a long time ago. He probably guessed that he stepped on the tail because he was from Joo Sung.

‘But it didn’t seem like he noticed that I was investigating the culprit.’

His family was overprotective of Yoo Yeon Seo. When he was young, he had a seizure whenever he heard Lee Hee-seo’s name, so they probably thought that they would block any minor interest in Lee Hee-seo as an extension of that. If they found out what Yoo Yeon Seo was trying to do in detail, Chairman Yoo would tie his hands and feet.

“Well, yeah.”

She gave a hollow laugh as she looked at her old friend’s son who didn’t deny it.

“But why are you curious about that?”

“I have my reasons. Anyway, I’ll text you what you want.”

“Okay. I have to go.”

Yoo Yeon Seo glanced at Ryu Hye-kyung’s back for a moment and sat down. He still had a long way to go before he could shoot the scene.

‘Maybe I’ll investigate that stalker after grandfather’s surveillance is over...’

But what am I doing right now? He felt a sense of doubt.

He tilted his head back and sank into his thoughts, and suddenly dropped his coffee cup.

“Ugh...!”

Again.

He wrapped his head and bowed his head. Two legs under a white curtain-like skirt. Yoo Yeon Seo shivered.

‘This time it’s different.’

It was the same illusion he always saw, but his body felt strange. He hadn’t even seen the white dress, but suddenly? Was it because he simply talked about Hee-seo that his body stiffened like this? He sweated coldly from the pain that pierced his heart.

A staff member who was nearby approached Yoo Yeon Seo.

“Are you okay?”

“Get lost!”

Yunseo, who had roughly pushed away the staff’s hand that was touching his shoulder, glared at him with sharp eyes.

“What?”

Itaegyeom, who wondered if he was trying to manage his image again, sensed something was wrong and moved his body. So did Im Seunghyun.

“Can’t you get lost?”

The staff, who was suddenly struck by lightning, was dragged back by another staff. They were surprised by Yunseo’s unusual mood and hesitated.

“What’s going on, all of a sudden...”

“Isn’t he weird?”

His expression was different. His aura was full of killing intent, as if he would kill anyone who came close. The staffs, who felt the commotion, turned their eyes to Yunseo.

“Sir.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

Itaegyeom and Im Seunghyun exchanged glances.

Yunseo’s condition was strange but familiar. Itaegyeom felt like he was seeing Yunseo before the accident, and Im Seunghyun felt it was similar to what he had heard from the head of the strategic planning office. It was the state of having a seizure after recalling Ihee Seo.

“Uh... I guess he’s stressed out. Can you please stay away for now?”

It was a much better response than making up an excuse. Im Seunghyun forcibly grabbed Yunseo’s hand that was shaking off his own and put it on his shoulder. Yunseo, who resisted for a moment, was dragged along.

Yunseo, who was taken to the van by Im Seunghyun, took a breath.

‘What’s going on. Why am I here?’

Yunseo tapped his forehead with his eyes blinking a few times. His vision had darkened for a moment. But he still remembered what he had done clearly.

‘It felt like I wasn’t myself.’

His body didn’t listen to him. He looked at Itaegyeom and Im Seunghyun, who were waiting outside the car. Did he yell at them to leave him alone? And he had pushed Itaegyeom hard and made him fall.

“We can’t leave him like that, sir.”

“We have to take him to the hospital.”

“Yes.”

He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He didn’t want to ruin the shooting either. Yunseo moved his hand first.

“No, I don’t need that.”

Yunseo opened the door of the van and spoke with a tired face. Im Seunghyun and Itaegyeom ran to him. They looked at Yunseo’s complexion.

“Sir, I think you should go and see a doctor.”

“What’s wrong, are you okay? Why are you like that?”

“I don’t know.”

Itaegyeom and Im Seunghyun paused.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Sir.”

Yunseo muttered in a hollow voice.

“I really don’t know...”