At the same time.
Jinhoo stepped out of the gold shop, carrying a bag filled with several gold bars and various gold jewelry. The weight of it didn't seem to bother him at all, though the significance of what he held was immense.
"Fiuh... with this, the IMF problem should be resolved quickly."
He muttered under his breath as he walked toward the car waiting for him.
The driver immediately stepped out and opened the door, bowing slightly. Jinhoo entered the vehicle, placing the heavy bag beside him before settling into the back seat.
"We're heading back now."
"Yes, sir."
The driver responded promptly, closing the door before returning to his seat and starting the engine.
As the car began moving through the city, Jinhoo leaned back slightly, turning his gaze toward the window. The sunlight reflected softly against the glass, showing a calm and peaceful cityscape.
But his mind was far from calm.
