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Later that afternoon, Dara went straight to the main branch of her family's Empire Hotel and Resort dragging Bom with her; she planned to dig up some information about Kwon Jiyong, her target as 'future' husband. Bom looked at Dara in disbelief.

"Tell me everything you know about Mr. Kwon, Bommie." Dara said after the waitress placed down one cup of green tea for Bom and glass of Cosmopolitan cocktail drink for Dara.

"I actually don't know anything much about Jiyong besides from the story Seunghyun told me about him before." She said. Dara waited patiently. "First off, Seunghyun said that Jiyong doesn't have a good relationship with his deceased father. He said that Jiyong's father was kinda politician, sort of the congressman of the town of Busan. Jiyong's father met his downfall when his name was enlisted in the most corrupted politician in Korea. He was impeached and thrown out of the congressman seat three years after he was elected. He was so depressed at what happened to his career that he decided to kill himself a year after that."

Dara felt a little sorry for Jiyong, even though she came from broken family at least she still have her father. "What happened to his mother?"

"Seunghyun said Mrs. Kwon's been dead ever since Jiyong's a teenager. Cancer I think." Bom said after taking a sip from her tea. They have one thing in common now. They both lost their mother.

"Why doesn't he have a good relationship with his father?" Dara curiously asked.

"Well Seunghyun said that when Jiyong's father wanted Jiyong to take up law but instead that 'future' husband of yours took up agricultural in New York before returning here in Korea and started his agricultural life. His father was in rage and practically disowned Jiyong."

Dara nodded while she trailed the edge of her glass with her smiling lips.

"Now, it's my turned to ask you a question. How on earth did you end up choosing Jiyong as your husband?"

Dara smiled looking satisfied. "Simple. He doesn't like me and that was the very important standards for my temporary marriage."

Bom frowned her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember my mom hold out a party for the 15th celebration of the Empire two years ago? I was on my way to the garden when I overheard him talking with Sanghyun that night. Sanghyun wanted him to introduce to me but he declined claiming that he doesn't like me and that I was not the type of girl he prefers."

Bom arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

Dara nodded. "Yep, so he's hundred percent perfect for me."

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The next day blonde heiress of Park was lying on the lounging chair near the swimming pool wearing her white bikini exposing some of her cleavage and curvaceous body; sporting with sunglasses covering her brown orbs when Ms. Woonhae, the Head House Maid of their large manor, told Dara that someone was looking for her.

Dara's lips formed a sly grin; she already guessed who her sudden visitor was still laying on the chair Dara asked the house maid to keep the visitor on the study room. Woonhae politely answered a 'yes' and turned her back only for the old lady to gasped and instantly halted when a body blocked her way.

Dara frowned and slid her sunglasses up on her head before pushing her back from the chair and turned her head to her house maid. Her brown eyes widen in surprised to see Woonhae being blocked by a familiar handsome young man with dark orange hair. Dara silently studied his features which was something she hadn't done before.

His face was something every lady will die to touch for. A tickling sensation traveled through every vein of Dara while staring at his dark orange eyes. Almost all of her life, she had been surrounded by the most handsome man but now staring at the man standing in front of her, she felt that those 'handsome' men will surely be look like 'ordinary' men for her eyes.

Dara felt a little self conscious the way Jiyong stared at her. She, Sandara Park, was never been self conscious on her entire life.

"You're a little impatient aren't you Mr. Kwon?" Dara said in between her amused chuckle. She tilted her eyes to the maid. "It's okay Woonhae, you can leave us now." She said, the old maid nodded and walked away from them.

Dara's eyes trailed from the retreating back of the maid towards Jiyong's eyes, she was little surprised to see that the young man still staring deeply at her. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw something unusual on his eyes. Something liked sparkle of admiration and subtle lust. Then everything sinks in her mind. She's only wearing a bikini that almost exposed her entire body to a stranger. Dara felt her cheeks heat up but she still manage to maintain her calm posture to the young man.

Dara grabs the robe that was lying on the small side table next to the lounging chair and slipped it on her arms before facing the young man only for her to pause little. In his beautiful dark orange eyes sparkle hints of anger, annoyance and tiredness that slightly intimidated the young heiress.

"Let me repeat that rude greetings of—,"

"What the heck is the meaning of this, Miss Park?" he angrily cuts her off.

Dara sighed trying to calm her pounding heart and started to walk inside the manor. "Please I want to talk to you in private. Follow me in the library." She said.

Dara, still clad with bikini underneath the silk robe, turned the door knob of the oak twin door revealing the large library of their manor. Dara walked towards the mahogany desk on the center of the room. "Have a seat." She motioned her head towards one of the two leather long couch; in between it was the glass coffee table.

"Start explaining why on earth you held off my loan, Miss Park?" he repeated in between his seething teeth. Besides from his unruly dark orange hair, his anger expres