Kim Minkyung Novels & Stories

His wife or daughter dare not come to his office without an appointment. He is Kim Jung Hoo the third richest man in the whole of Soul, the husband of Hannah, and the father of Kim Jina. "Good day sir, the car is ready." The young looking handsome guy told his boss. When he sees his boss nod his head signifying he would be down at any minute. Then he remembered a task his boss asked him. "Sir, the girl you asked for the file will be ready in the evening." He said not looking up but his feet, he hoped his boss wouldn't get mad at him for making the task stay too long.

She was certain someone's listening to her. "If your hobby is messing up with people, get lost." She hung up, feeling pissed off. After putting her phone on the table, she jumped to her bed. She sighed, she's annoyed. 'Who's that?' ------------- Kian Park #245 Sil-Gu Villa, Gangsil District 22 years old SN University College of Education, Math Department +6887892637 "Can I have that now?" Ms. Kim asked her. The old lady's question snapped Mina out of her deep stare at her tutor's application form.

One of them was irritated by the contractor's decision. Min Ha-Yoon kept calming himself, but it was starting to get on his nerves. He looked at Kim U-Ram and slammed his palms on the table, making everyone flinch. Min Ha-Yoon is a partner in Kim's company and is twenty-eight years old. He was a 50% shareholder in U-new Ram's company and one of the wealthiest men in the country. He avoided talking and was cold-hearted, but no one could mess with his boys. "We know you improved our stories, but don't forget you earned money from us as well." *****

*** Meanwhile… At the exit of Buckwood Expressway. A large group of people was waiting there. The leading man was named Dominic Park, the representative of Star chaebol in Buckwood. Naturally, they hailed from Country J’s Star Chaebol. At this moment, they were all bowing and waiting quietly. About half an hour later, a group of convoys drove out, led by Bugatti Veyron. The car door opened. A young man clad in a colorful suit, resembling a pretty woman, walked out. He was the representative of Star Chaebol and Peter Lee’s son, Cam Lee.

“High Councilor Cyra, correct?” We all slightly jumped as Micah showed up next to the three of us. I locked my jaw and balled up my hands. “Yes and you are Micah Smith. We haven’t formally been introduced.” She held out her hand to shake his but he took hers and kissed the top of it. “It’s wonderful to hear my name from the lips of a beautiful woman.” He smiled as he looked over to us expectantly. “My name is Young Kim, I am head of the Tiger Coven in Seoul. This man…” he put his hand on my shoulder “…is Maximillion Cattaneo, right hand man to Morgan Russo and pianist extraordinaire.”

Otherwise, with his previous strength, he wouldn't be able to take on the day's challenge at all. "Take a seat, cousins." Kim Yankwon respectfully let the two of them sit at the front. The man was called Kim Jisung, and the woman was Kim Jihyun. Like him, they came from the Kim family of Korea, except that while he was a relative of the family, these two were the heirs. Kim Jisung and Kim Jihyun were the best of the heirs of the Kim family, and their cultivation had stepped into the level of Covert Power. This time, they had come to China to attend a financial summit on behalf of the Kim Group.

They both looked expensive. Seokjun immediately recognised the taller as the one and only Kim Namgyu, CEO of Kim Enterprise. A powerful and influential man. He walked to Jeonkuk, completely ignorant of the doctor. "What's wrong? What happened to your ankle? Chimin called me and told me you twisted it?" he asked, worried. "Nothing serious, hyung. With the prescribed medicine, I'll be fine. It's just a swell." Seokjun during this time had noticed that the shorter male standing in a corner had a gun fastened to his belt and he frowned.

"Hello bro! By the way, this is my sister Jeyah Abee, but you can call her Jeyah." The man looked at me and smiled. "Hi Jeyah, my name is Hyungmin. Nice meeting you," he offered his hand to me. The three of us had a few casual talks while waiting for the time for us to go to the wedding hall. I was enjoying talking with Hyungmin because he was fun to be with. I did not have any problem with our conversation because he can fluently speak English. Well, I found out that he works as a bank manager at Hana Bank, located in Gangnam-gu. He is three years older than my brother but he looks like Andre's age. No wonder because Korean people were very conscious about their skin.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.