Chapter 2: Tell Her, She Won’t be Able to Run from Me

“Mr. Kwon, why did you come personally?” Mr. An, a man in his fifties, was currently groveling at the feet of someone that could be his son.

Kwon Jiyong arrival caused the room to feel confining, heightening the pressure in the room. The men who were arrogant just moments ago, did not even dare to breathe harshly at that moment.

“I was just discussing some businesses here, and I heard that you were here too. I just took a short detour.” Kwon Jiyong  deep voice rang as he strided over to the sofa and took a seat, glancing at all the people as though he was the king.

“Ah, we’ve only just started too…Oh right, this is SP,  the screenwriter that had just come back from overseas.” Mr. An tugged on Sandara  introducing her to the other, “This is the King's Corporation’s CEO, Mr. Kwon Jiyong He’s also the investor for our drama.”

Sandara wanted to melt into the background, and yet, she was suddenly dragged out in front of Jiyong. His cold glare landed on her directly, rendering her uncomfortable and making her squirm.

“Hello,” the man before her stretched out his hand, his stare on Sandara sharp.

“Good evening…” She bit her lip, hesitantly offering her own hand out. When their hands touched, Sandara felt that his hand was extremely cold. The handshake was painful, to the point that Sandara felt that her own hand was about to break.

Suddenly, Jiyong let go of her hand and stood up. “Continue on, I’ll take leave,” he finished and left the room without pause.

Following his departure, the temperature in the room seemed to slowly go back to