Choi Seung-hyun Backstory Novels & Stories

He put a hold on the gift giving, the idea was to continue the gifting once they began dating. He had completely forgotten that he was at an event, not until a slender set of fingers with red nails tapped on his phone, which he had been concentrating on. When he looked up, there was a slender woman in a blue floor length dress holding up a champagne flute, she looked vaguely familiar but Byung-ho wasn’t sure where they had met. She held up her hand and introduced herself “annyonghaseyo hyon sonsaengnim joneun isoraimnida gusoge so gyesin gol bogo apeurodo gachi jinaejago saenggakaetsseumnida.” (Hello Mr Hyun, I am Lee So ra, I saw you standing in the corner and thought to keep you company.)

“This cannot be happening. It was Zayren. He was there. I married Zayren… not Jae-Young.” Mrs. Kim folded her arms across her chest. “Do you really think I would allow my son to marry a girl like you?” Tears rolled down Sarang’s cheeks. “You married Jae-Young,” Mrs. Kim said coldly. “Not Zayren.” Sarang froze where she stood. Her mind went blank. “This is a lie,” she whispered. “It was Zayren…” Mrs. Kim grabbed her arm tightly and shoved her phone in front of her. “Look.”

Even so, it was a great relief that he seemed to lack uttering up to the cruel truth about the past life. "According to Senior Kibeom Cho's remark, they are coveting you tremendously inside the Major League. They even squeezed all plans to go toward America taking only Choi Woo-hyun and you?" "What kind of..." That was a sound that was news to even Haneul Jang who was the person directly concerned. Although he could know up to that Kibeom Cho and Jungwoo Seo stimulated Yuhwan to help himself, his heart was thrilled because the level of stimulation was too high. Of course he was thankful that they withheld opening the dark past life story, but thanks to that lie, Yuhwan's eyes turned upside d

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, that's you. Do heirs of wealthy families need to have secret crushes? Do you think they play house?" "Kimberly is the ex-wife of the Smith Corporation's CEO. What's the relationship between the Smith CEO and Mr. Garcia? Do you think it's possible? Picking up a brother's leftovers? Can the person above stop dreaming? I have an aversion to stupidity ." "Everyone step aside, I have the right to speak. Insider news, the De Sheng heiress and Mr. Garcia are childhood sweethearts, they married for the sake of their child." "What?? Really?? Wasn't Wilson's heiress the one who was reported to have been accompanied by Mr. Garcia to the gynecology clinic last time??"

She explained. Mr. Jeong smiled and shifted his gaze back to television and changed the channel. Mrs. Jeong smiled happily and placed the book down. "What is this?" Mr. Jeong confusedly increased the volume. "The famous businessman Jeong Jung-Hoon's girlfriend Seok Syanja's pictures leaked today's morning. She was spotted in some places with another guy. He is a famous businessman too and according to are sources he recently joined work with Jeong empire." The news anchor reported. Mr. Jeong frowned and stood up, making his way towards the TV and switched off the channel. Mrs. Jeong also rose and followed behind her husband.

He had seen from his childhood that their business often contain violence and cruelty, but he wanted be a different a Mafia boss. "Do you know know my name, Miss Choi?" He leant to his chair, still observing her. Choi Dea pulled the chair front and closed the gap between them, now she seemed to return in her true self. "I know your name, Jeong Sung-ho. And I would like to tell you something first, Mr. Jeong," she sat a half feet away from him, intertwining her hands. 'Why is she acting so serious? Did I fail to impress her by my handsome look?'