Novel & Cerita Why Was Sang Woo In Debt

He was innocently standing in front of the table. Minho stared at Jungwoo and smirked, 'You want to sit on my lap'? Jungwoo fiddled with his finger and said nothing. He growled, 'Why do you stand like a statue? I won't bite you'. He gulped and everyone laughed under their breath. He sat next to him and they commenced the meeting. Sang turned on the screen and announced, 'Mr Dae-Joon is one of the richest businessmen in Korea. He makes a lot of money legally and illegally. He cares nothing, he's one of the cruelest businessmen in the business world. He has used the poor for profit. He took advantage of their poverty and paid poor wages'.

It is an unknown contact. Unknown: Now you want to know? I squeeze my fingers around the phone. I know who this is, although nameless. Unknown: Easy job. One night. Good money. I stammer, and my heart is faster. Me: How much? The reply comes quickly. Unknown: Just enough to mend your troubles. I gulp. Rent. Food. Information about my parents. All the things I never have. "What if I say no?" I whisper under my breath. The phone buzzes again.

"The issue is a new project with automobiles powered by new energy under our independent brand. However, it kept getting mothballed because we lacked the technology—to make up for the losses and attempt to complete the project sooner, we recruited famous researchers from abroad and finally had the technology. We wanted to make a killing in the market, only for one of the researchers to be exposed for bearing fake certifications, and questions quickly surfaced regarding the reliability of our technology. As online sentiment grew against us, sales for the new cars we developed stagnated. With most of Saunderia's capital being betted on those cars, it caused a severance in capital flow, and our

Derrick seemed to sense something was wrong and immediately grew anxious. "Are you tired? I'll come pick you up right—" "I'm busy." I cut him off. In that split second, silence fell on the other end of the line. Then, he suddenly said in a low voice, "If you're tired, get some rest. My debts can be paid off slowly." To help him repay those so-called debts, my father and I had worked ourselves to exhaustion. I even slept barely two hours a day. Derrick had promised me that he would marry me once he had finished paying his debt. Then, he would cut ties with Jessica and the others before settling down for a peaceful life.

Fuck. Fuck! I couldn’t even afford a slice of bread, and they expected Seven million? On top of that, there were other debts. Different places. Different people. I was going to die. Because of money. I stumbled into my bedroom and grabbed my phone from the bed, dialing the only person I trusted. “Hello? Leo?” Relief flooded my chest when I heard his voice. “Max,” I croaked, gripping the paper tighter. “They say I owe Seven million now. What am I going to do?”

When his parents learned they were jointly liable, they fled overnight with all valuable assets, leaving him alone to face court summons and endless debt collection calls. I later heard that, to repay his debts, he ended up working at Sunshine Club as a male escort nicknamed 'Hot Pepper'. I was reading a quarterly financial report when I heard it. My heart remained completely still. It felt like listening to a story that had nothing to do with me. Linden gently placed a cup of coffee beside me and asked quietly, “Shall I cancel your engagements for tonight?” I looked up, catching a subtle note of concern in his clear eyes behind his spectacles.

“Dad... borrowed a million dollars from you?” I don't know which part of this I find funnier. The fact that anyone would lend a million dollars to my dad, or that at one point, he had a million dollars and Raine doesn’t have a college fund, our mortgage payment is long overdue and he died robbing a store. “One point two, plus interest.” He corrects. “Not from me.” He says. “I’m a mere debt collector.” “Like in the Bible?” I ask, unable to help myself.

"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."

Sitting on his desk with her hands flat on the surface either side of her, his hand inches from hers, his face close enough that she could see every detail of the gold burning in his pupils. She made a decision. "I have debts," she said. He didn't react. Just waited. "My father left them when he died. They're significant. Working at the club was the only thing covering the interest but it wasn't making a dent in the actual amount." She held his gaze. "When the tutoring position came up I took it because the salary is enough to actually clear what I owe. Not just survive it. Clear it." She paused. "That is what I came for. That is the whole truth."

But I was so thoroughly disappointed in them that I didn't even care enough to expose their lies anymore. Just then, the apartment door was violently kicked open, sending a loud bang echoing through the apartment. Three burly thugs appeared at the door, blocking the way. The leader had a thick gold chain around his neck and an IOU in his hand. "Derek Coleman! If you don't pay back the two million dollars you owe us by today, I'm breaking both your legs!" Mom and Dad were so frightened that they threw themselves into each other's arms. "But we're completely broke! Please just give us a few more days!" they begged, weeping hysterically.