The blonde stunner stood on the street and looked at the watch on his wrist. At this moment, the young man’s pocket vibrated. His smartphone was shaking violently.

“Ah, Brother. Where are you?”

The young man’s name was Mason Rockefeller. He was the successor to Rockefeller, America’s top conglomerate, as well as a young man on the verge of making his pro gaming debut.

-I’m almost there. A red car. You got it?

“I know. A Panamera. Ah, I can see it,” Mason said as Hyeonu’s red Panamera entered his vision. The red Panamera stopped exquisitely in front of Mason.

“Get in. We are going to be late,” Hyeonu urged the dawdling Mason.

There was still some time left until the appointment time, but it was tight. During the day, Gangnam was like a full parking lot. Mason didn’t know this and was relaxed. “Brother, we aren’t late. There is still an hour left. Moreover, it’s in Seoul.” 

In Mason’s mind, they would get there in 10 minutes, 20 minutes, or 30 minutes. He didn’t know the reality of South Korea.

“Your thoughts will change when you go there.” Hyeonu gestured with his chin...