Han Se-Yeon subtly clenched her fists.0

‘It’s Choi Yeon-Ha!’0

She recognized who that was as soon as the door opened. How could she not recognize that face, though? When the name Choi Yeon-Ha was already branded deep into her brain? Sure, in any other situation, Han Se-Yeon might have needed a second or two to process what just happened, but not right now!0

Choi Yeon-Ha approached the counter without sparing a single glance at THE table before slowly turning her head this way.0

‘She’s beautiful.’0

Han Se-Yeon thought that the description was a little lacking in this case. But finding a more suitable word proved impossible for her at the moment.0

The Choi Yeon-Ha she saw in real life exuded a presence completely on another level compared to what was on TV or theater screens.0

Choi Yeon-Ha was certainly a beautiful woman on screen, but when seen in real life… Her beauty could only be described as overwhelming and peerless.0

So much so that Han Se-Yeon couldn’t feel any jealousy. Not even a sliver of it.0

Humans tended to envy and even grow jealous of people enjoying attainable wealth. But that didn’t apply to the inconceivably wealthy elites. That was because humans could instinctively tell that no matter what they did, attaining that level of wealth would still be well out of their reach.0

That was Han Se-Yeon’s sentiment toward Choi Yeon-Ha.0

It wasn’t just Choi Yeon-Ha’s beauty, though. The way she walked or gestured, every single movement she made seemed at ease and overflowing with confidenc...0