Novel & Cerita Choi Yerim

"Don't worry about me. I've been through worse." Yeri shakes her head. "But still, this is so close to the anniversary." I shift on my feet awkwardly, then turn around and walk into the living room. If it wasn't obvious that I've caused Hyun Bin and the company trouble, it is now. "Tonight I'm ordering out, what do you want, Emma?" Hyun Bin asks after they're done with their little hugging session and come over to the living area. "I want Chinese," Yeri says. "Sweet and sour pork."

Jean caught her breath in surprise. "Who chased you? Ghost?" He asked innocently. "Scarier than a ghost." Jean replied. The man Jean called Chan is Park Chanyeol. A native man of South Korean nationality who has lived in New York for a long time. Jean and Chanyeol have been friends since junior high school. Even in high school, they were in the same school. Jean called Chanyeol with Chan, and Chanyeol called Jean with Je. They were always together. They were even being called couple goals by the whole school.

That just made Jihoon more determined to get a reaction out of her. “One of my favorite champions is Ahri.” Jihoon chuckled. “If you played, you’d get the joke.” He leaned in and said in a stage whisper, “She’s a gumiho.” Miyoung glared at him. Jihoon grinned. She continued to glower, unmoved by his best weapon. His smile wavered. “Do you really not do anything for fun? Sports? Knitting? Ancient tea ceremonies?”

Groid Choi, the third leader of HongYoonChoi. He's a stern man who can compete with Himalayas with his cold attitude. Some called him Armeria Maritina, a kind of flower that grows on a cliff which no one can pick. That's suitable nickname for an ignorant person like him. But unknown to many, Groid Choi once appeared vulnerable in front of the woman he loved. In fact, she was the only one who tamed the icy cold strict man, who always goes by the book.

Choi, Hyun Woo regained some good humor. - Exactly.- Soo Min confirmed, glancing at her partner, then focused on the woman.- Your name is Lee Eun Hee, right? Mr. Choi's wife and a fashion designer. And you're a mother of Choi Ye Eun, on Monday you reported her missing at our station.- she asked after a while.

The only sound was the snap-snap of Madam Choi’s fan and the drumming of the rain against the glass. Felix was about to make a joke about the tension just to stop his own brain from imploding, when the heavy doors creaked open one last time. Instead of the expected lawyer, a woman stood in the doorway. She possessed a soft appearance, seemingly untouched by the harsh world of the Mafia, with prominent cheekbones and dark eyes. Chey Ji-yoon, formerly known as Han Ji-yoon, Min’s sister. He remembered Jun mentioning her. The one who escaped. The one who married a dentist from one of the wealthiest families in South Korea or something and tried to pretend she was never a Han.

Right at this moment, a beautiful front desk lady walked in with her face beet red and quietly said, “CEO York, there’s a pretty lady called May Lee that wants to see you. Would you like to see her?” “May Lee?” Harvey froze over. He could not recall anyone by that name. “What does she do?” “She said that she’s from the Star Chaebol. She’s here to negotiate.” “Star Chaebol? May Lee?” Harvey was intrigued. “Let her in.” A woman that looked at most twenty-four years old came in soon after. She seemed different compared to the other plastic girls from Country J. This must be an all-natural type of woman, and she looked quite charming.

he explained, his voice smooth and confident, hoping to spark a flicker of recognition in her eyes that would bridge the gap of their brief encounter. “Mr. Choi?” Her voice carried a note of surprise, laced with curiosity, "Did he say Mr. Choi? She drew nearer to the screen, squinting to see him better through the grainy video feed. Rubbing her eyes to shake off the remnants of damp water from her shower. Dynasty struggled to come to terms that he did say his name was Choi. It was an even more unexpected and yet exhilarating prospect of this second meeting, her heart racing with excitement and intrigue.

Nicklaus said and a young beautiful lady walked forward. Nicklaus licked his lips as his eyes scanned through her body. "You got a name, don't you?". He Asked placing his hand on her shoulder. "Myung Hee". She replied. "She's disqualified right? The name sounds like that of a missing ghost". Abruzzi said. "Shut up Abruzzi or I'll serve you your tongue ". " Sorry boss ". " So Tell Me what meal can you cook? ". Nicklaus whispered caressing her neck with his fingers. " Um... Kimchi, Samgyeopsal, Daeji Bulgogi, Haejangguk, Sundubu Jjigae, Hoeddeok". She was saying when Klaus cuts in.