“Dad! What was that?”

Naeun stormed inside their dining area and stood in front of her father.

Yooin looked down on her plate as she ate.

“Sit down, hone—“

“No! You didn’t even tell me this was coming.”

Her father furrowed his eyebrows.

“I told you, I will think about it. Dad, how could—“

“That’s enough. Whether you like it or not, you will be the heiress to the company! I have given everything for you to be happy! They were already enough!”

Naeun gasped and her tears were on the brink of falling. She held it as hard as she could.

Yooin pitied her sister but she can’t do anything about the decision made.

Naeun shook her head in anger and ran upstairs.

Chanyeol came in the house and saw his cousin running.

He immediately ran after Naeun when Yooin saw him and mouthed,

“it was about earlier”

Chanyeol knocked on the door and entered slowly.

He saw Naeun playing with the camera, on the edge of the bed.

“Naeun?”

A soft sob answered him. Chanyeol sighed and took long strides towards her.

He sat down beside her and caressed her hair.

It made Naeun cry even more while she skimmed with the photos she took.

“Oppa, why is everything so unfair to me?”

“Everything is fair. You just seem not to see them, Naeun.”

“No! If Mom were here, she would actually tell me to pursue what I want and being a heiress isn’t what I want!”

Chanyeol squeezed her shoulder and Naeun leant on him.

“Auntie isn’t here anymore. Being a heiress is good you know. You’ve just got to sign and supervise over the staffs. That’s all.”

Naeun roughly wiped away her tears and grunted.

“Then you do it. Be the heir since you work for Honda.”

“Naeun. Look, you still got to take photos. Set your office as an imaginary studio, let the office chair be the focus of the—“

“You’re not helping.” Naeun pulled away, grumbling.

Chanyeol just grinned and his eyes caught someone on the camera’s screen.

“Who’s that?”

“Yura Choding.”

Chanyeol’s heart immediately jumped when he got a vivid look.

It was a stolen shot of her, modelling for High Cut. Strands of her hair were comically flying, the sharp line of her jaw—battery empty.

Chanyeol inwardly groaned and handed back to an innocent Naeun.

The latter glared at him. He cleared his throat and stood up.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you around now, boss?”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

“Where did the oppa go?”

Naeun rolled her eyes.

“I threw it in the trash can. Now, get out of my room!”

Chanyeol laughed and earned a pillow slap on his face. 

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