“Oh, and about those loan sharks... That means they’re calling you because of the interest, right?”
“Yeah. Since the whole operation is tied to an illegal online gambling ring, they start hounding me the second a payment is late.”
Yueul rubbed the back of his hand with a sigh—then suddenly realized that he was bringing personal matters to his workplace.
His posture stiffened, straightening up.
“...But, um, may I ask why you wanted to see me, sir?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to chat a little. There’s been a rumor going around the agency lately.”
“A rumor...?”
“Yeah. People are saying something’s off about my brother. I thought maybe you’d know something about it.”
At that, Yueul visibly tensed.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, looking fidgety and nervous.
Wooseok leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.
He arched a brow, scrutinizing him carefully—but not in the sharp, cutting way Wooheon would.
“I think you owe me an explanation, Mr. Lee.”
