Chapter 88: A Cat Fight Would Be Rather Cute

Chapter 88: A Cat Fight Would Be Rather Cute

A Cat Fight Would Be Rather Cute

"I can't find a house that suits me."

Despite scouring numerous locations, none of them seemed to meet my criteria. It appears that indulging in a few stays at a top-tier hotel suite has made me a bit picky.

With my balance and increasingly refined tastes, settling for just any ordinary house simply isn't cutting it anymore.

After wasting a good two or three hours in my house hunt, I returned to the dormitory empty-handed. It's not exactly my usual pastime, so the whole ordeal left me feeling drained.

It was when I was on the verge of stripping off my clothes and collapsing onto the bed...

Rrrrrrr— Rrrrrrr—

My phone blared urgently, demanding my attention. It wasn't the usual call I usually receive, but rather a sense of urgency that compelled me to pick up.

"Manager Kim Minju?"

On the other end was Manager Kim Minju, my designated contact from the Chairman Choi Youngnam's Lost Paradise. While she had been instrumental in assisting me during my Wonderland date, I couldn't help but wonder what was prompting her call now.

[Hello, this is Manager Kim Minju. Remember me from before? Sorry for the sudden call. Can we talk now?]

"Oh, yes, sure. What's going on?"

[Have you happened to see the article about you on the internet?]

"No? What's been written about me now?"

A sense of foreboding crept in. It was unusual for someone who rarely reached out to suddenly inquire about an article involving me. This didn't bode well.

I quickly fired up my computer and punched in my name. Instead of the usual rumors, I was met with a barrage of related search terms.

"Moving? Real estate? Property prices?"

How on earth did they know about my plans to move? Could that unsettling feeling I had at the real estate office have been a nosy journalist?

I had brushed it off as nothing significant, but I never imagined it would snowball into such a mess.

[We're doing our best to contain the fallout from the article... but it's connected to property prices, and public opinion is turning quite negative... It's not your fault, so please don't be too disheartened...]

"It's okay. Wait... oh, his name is Yoon Sandong, huh? Okay, I'd appreciate if you could handle him legally without any compromises. I've got no interest in meeting or settling with him, so impose the most severe punishment possible."

[I understand. We'll do our best to handle it from our end and keep you updated on any developments.]

"Thank you."

Click—

Being on the receiving end of criticism from faceless masses is a new experience for me, leaving me thoroughly bewildered.

I haven't done anything wrong, yet here I am being dragged through the mud by a bunch of keyboard warriors. Amidst the vitriol are comments echoing sentiments of frustration, ones I have never encountered before, and they are anything but pleasant.

Was it just a matter of time, or did someone tip them off...?

While other journalists remained silent, either steering clear of the situation or avoiding the gaze of the Lost Paradise, Yoon Sandong persisted in churning out articles, all tethered to real estate, with comments resembling a cesspool of emotions.

"Hmm?"

As I scrolled through the speculative comments, a familiar nickname caught my eye.

[Yoon Sandong's Article Comments (1263)]

ᄂIndomitableHeroKimXX :: I knew from the get-go that this guy was bad news... Saw this coming a mile away ᄏ;;; Honestly, doesn't it seem like I'm not the only one who feels this way???

My mental fortitude isn't exactly built like a fortress, so it's almost hazardous to endure the hatred of nameless, faceless keyboard warriors.

I heard they've shut down comments on articles back in my original world. And honestly, I get it.

Rrrrrrr— Rrrrrrr—

Just as I was taking a breather, my phone rang at a remarkable timing.

[Hello, Baek Taeyang. This is Manager Kim Minju. The public opinion has shifted suddenly... Were you aware of all this?]

"Yes, honestly, I've done a lot of good deeds so far, and considering I have many allies... I believed everyone would quickly realize the truth."

[Indeed... You truly are remarkable. So, as Mr. Choi Youngnam mentioned, he's currently looking into your housing situation. If you're interested, I can select a few options and send them your way. Would that be alright?]

"Oh, yes, please do. I'd really appreciate it."

[Alright, understood. And as for Yoon Sandong, we've already located him and finished filing a report. We've also hired a lawyer, so once there's a verdict, we will contact you again.]

"Much obliged."

Click—

The case zipped along at warp speed. It felt like a blink-and-you'll-miss-it affair.

With the housing sorted and the academy advising me to lay low, it's like a long-overdue break. Even Chunhyang didn't dare disturb when I laid down the law and said I needed some downtime.

What a luxury it is to relax in my bed after such a long time.

There's still wiggle room with the Netori Quest, and I'm dead sure I can poach all of Minsoo's women.

Yoomin's already accounted for, and with Melanie on track, it's just a matter of time. Ryu Hyemi might put up a fight, but it won't take more than a few months to pry her from Minsoo's grip.

As I lazily glanced at my phone, a sudden jolt shattered my tranquility.

Messages came pouring in all at once.

(So Yoomin)

(Yoo Soojin)

(Melanie)

Suddenly, tension injected itself into my otherwise relaxed routine. My body, previously reclining, shot up like a jack-in-the-box, forcing me upright.

This wasn't part of the plan.

An unexpected twist threw me for a loop. Thankfully, it was texts, not calls, sparing me the agony of playing call center counselor.

Every response now is make or break.

The housing is squared away, but I've got to tread carefully with the three women. In other words, the conclusion is already set, but the process has to be spun positively at all costs.

In the good old days of running a fishery, it was as easy as tossing out the less attractive catches. But now, in this pivotal moment, every fish in the net counts.

First... let's handle the situation starting with the most dangerous rank.

I promptly organized my responses. Handling each person individually helps avoid any potential mix-ups.

The first batter up is, of course...

So Yoomin.

The demanding witch, So Yoomin.