How Much Debt Was Gi-hun In Novels & Stories

She had been here for twenty minutes and had counted forty-seven lies. The woman in the red dress? She wasn't in love with her husband. She was in love with his money. The man by the bar? He wasn't laughing at the joke. He was laughing at the man who told it. The couple by the window? They weren't holding hands because they cared. They were holding hands because they were afraid of what people would say if they didn't. Elara had grown up in rooms like this. Not the gold and the silk and the champagne. But the gambling dens and the back alleys and the desperate, sweaty rooms where her father had lost everything he'd ever loved. The lies were the same. The lies were always the same.

Forget debts. If this were a kdrama, this would be the part where the rich chaebol heir threw the papers dramatically and shouted, How dare they run my company like this! I didn’t shout. I just sat there, staring at the red numbers, then slowly pulled out the black credit card Lucien had handed me yesterday. I checked the balance. Five million. I stared at it. Looked back at the debt numbers. “…Okay,” I muttered flatly. “Maybe this won’t be a funeral after all.”

he asked angrily. “I’m John, a confidant of your father,” John responded. “We both met each other a few times in the past. I took millions of dollars of debt from Draknor Finance to do your father’s work. With interest, it’s now become 115 million dollars. I want you to pay that money, sir.” “What bullshit are you talking about?” Gregg retorted coldly. “I don’t even know who you are.” “How can you say that to me, Mr. Gregg? You shouldn’t lie on your wedding day.”

“Yeah.” He studied me another second. “You worked something like this before?” “A diner,” I answered truthfully. He shook his head. “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” I admitted. “Probably not.” One corner of his mouth twitched again. “So why here?” Because rent is due. Because my car can barely run. Because tuition doesn’t magically disappear because life gets expensive. I tipped my chin defensively. “I need the money,” Something unreadable moved through his expression. “You in school?”

Ain’t that wonderful? God, I was losing my sanity. Joshua was still at home when I arrived. He was about to leave and was just wearing his black shoes. I hid beside a mango tree and snatched a T-Shirt in the laundry to hide my bloody uniform. "Brother," I said while my tears fell. "What happened to you?" "I owe somebody a 5,867,000 peso debt." He just laughed. I wasn’t kidding! "Oh, and where are you going to get the payment for that? Gosh you can almost sponsor today’s lottery draw," he replied.

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.

I stared at it before lifting my gaze to him in confusion. “Take the money. Use it to take care of yourself,” he casually said as he adjusted himself on the sofa. “And as for the debt—I’m deducting ten thousand dollars from it.” I blinked. Ten thousand? That would leave twenty-eight thousand dollars to pay. I had only managed to raise two thousand after months of work—and he just slashed a quarter of the total like it was nothing. “Go, scaredy-cat,” he added with a wave of his hand. “I’ll call for more when I need it.”

Tj froze at the words Dae-Hyun said her brain running a mile a minute when it clicked “Why don’t we cut the ribbon together?, since we are the ones heading this project and maybe it will even serve to see that we are in a strong collaboration” Dae-Hyun thought of this and agreed with Tj as he was the son and heir of HYUN-TECH he could represent him and Tj was representing URBAN OASIS, so everything would work out. Although he made sure to let the information that he is Byung-Ho’s son not reach Tj because he didn’t want her to think he was just a spoilt brat riding on daddy's coat tail. God had already given him another chance with Tj, he was going to make sure to win her heart.

"I'm... getting there." "What happened, Aria? You just disappeared. One minute you were at Bella's, and the next..." How could I even begin to explain? "It's complicated. My dad's debts caught up to him, and I got caught in the middle." "And this Riccardo guy? The men who came by mentioned him." I closed my eyes, trying to steady my voice. "He's the one my dad owes money to." "Shit, Aria. This sounds serious."

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The