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"No, she was adopted as a child in an orphanage."

The conversation that was flowing well has been cut off. Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked as if they were asking something useless. I was so used to this reaction that I could laugh without showing any discomfort.

"That's okay. I was lucky enough to grow up. Dark history? It's not like that."

I wrote a Korean word that I learned recently and passed it lightly. Only then did my facial expressions get better. I looked at her expression on the limousine she came with.

I actually brought this up on purpose. I wanted her to know before she did anything about me. As I lived, I knew that there were quite a few people who considered such things.

The dinner, whose purpose was unknown, went back to the hotel for a quick drink. Thanks to this, I had to listen to the bookkeeper's love story twice a day. Perhaps because a little alcohol was added, the development was inflated a little more dramatically than the story seven hours ago. But I was glad that everyone seemed to be having fun.

I was holding a cocktail glass and the phone rang in my pocket. It's Han Jae. I hesitated for about three seconds, but I thought I couldn't avoid it anymore. It was not a courtesy to friendship that stood by him for 15 years. I went outside and answered the phone.

"Yes, tell me."

- Woo Seo Jin.

He always called me an abandoned Korean name. It's been a while since I heard your voice.

"Why."

Where the hell are you?

"Singapore. Fairmond Hotel on the second floor. It's in a bar called Shangri-La. Now he's out in the lobby."

Did I just ask you that? Did you really go into Korea?

"Yes, Chris told you everything. Why are you asking me again?"

Chris is my brother, the biological son of the Schmidt couple.

Why are you suddenly. Why are you doing this to me?

"I like the treatment. I heard you're looking for an A350 captain, but it's me.”