The next morning, the resort was alive again — laughter, luggage wheels, and the faint hum of cars waiting to take guests on day trips.
Hye-rin stood by the entrance of the main hall, tablet in hand, giving instructions to the staff who would help her handle the rest of the investors' cultural itinerary. The sunlight touched her hair, and for a second, she almost forgot the weight sitting quietly in her chest.
Almost.
Because across the parking lot, Lee Joon-hyuk was giving his assistant last-minute instructions beside a sleek black sedan, a dark suitcase open beside him. His every movement was precise — crisp, controlled, efficient.
He was leaving.
"You'll take over the rest of the schedule," he said when she approached. "Mr. Eugene and Mr. Philip will be attending the pottery and tea ceremony later. I've assigned a few team members to assist you — Ms. Han from marketing, Director Oh from PR, and my assistant, Mr. Kang."
