I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 330
Of course, from their perspective, I was an incredibly important—and inherently terrifying—member of the owner family, but even so, this all felt just a bit too excessive.
Even that psycho Minji noona’s secretaries didn’t act this uptight.
Now that I think about it, that asshole who screamed at Soo-ah over the phone... he was one of Hayan noona’s secretaries too, wasn’t he?
There’s gotta be something going on here.
At this point, it was only logical to start getting suspicious.
Maybe Hayan noona was hiding something.
Maybe she was the kind of person who relentlessly tormented her secretaries—completely different from the image I’d always had ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) of her.
If that wasn’t the case, then there’s no reason for everyone to be this tense.
She feels... kind of different from the Go Hayan I thought I knew.
Sweet, patient, full of compassion?
Yeah, no. Judging by the way things are running here, that version of her seems highly unlikely.
Once we stepped through the rooftop entrance, it was like entering an entirely different world.
“Definitely noona’s style.”
True to her love of beauty, the interior of Elegant felt like walking through an art museum.
It had a vibe like the Kumsusan Palace of the Sun—continuous murals stretching from the ceiling to the hallway walls, and where space felt even slightly empty, various artworks and sculptures were carefully placed.
Here and there, mannequin-like robots adorned in flamboyant outfits and jewelry completed the display.
There was literally nothing out of place. It was Elegant through and through.
What was funny, though, was that despite the extravagant and graceful decor, the people walking through it were all stiff as boards.
Not just the people guiding me—but every single employee and secretary we passed exuded the same solemn, grave energy.
Not a single hint of a smile.
Or rather, their faces bore those stiff, forced smiles filled with tension—the kind that tried way too hard to be polite.
Just...
What the hell kind of things were going on inside this place?
“You’ve arrived. She’s waiting for you inside.”
Lost in thought, I realized we had arrived at the reception room.
Past this door was Go Hayan.
The secretary opened the door and stepped aside.
Up ahead, I saw the back of her head as she sat on the sofa, calmly sipping tea.
“...You’re here?”
She turned her head slightly and greeted me.
Her side profile, smiling softly, was beautiful.
“Come, sit.”
“It’s been a while, noona. Have you been well?”
“Me? I’ve been fine—just drowning in work, as always.”
I sat down across from her and took in her appearance: a clean-cut business suit.
It looked really good on her, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed that it didn’t show any skin.
The outfit she wore on the yacht last time had shown everything—that was... great.
“I heard there was some commotion the other day?”
“Commotion?”
“One of my secretaries apparently raised his voice for no good reason. And to you, no less.”
“Ah.”
She was talking about that arrogant prick who yelled at Soo-ah.
“Well, not to me directly—I just overheard it as I was passing by.”
“Same difference. Either way, you still had to hear that obnoxious volume, didn’t you?”
“I mean... technically, yeah.”
“The moment I got the report, I tracked him down and disposed of him. I also re-educated the secretarial staff, so nothing should annoy you again.”
“...”
Go Hayan calmly sipped her tea as she dropped that chilling line.
“Disposed” as in...
Yeah, definitely disposed in the permanent sense.
No wonder the atmosphere was like a goddamn funeral.
She killed a guy just for raising his voice a little, then retrained the entire staff afterward. Of course everything felt tense as hell.
And with me being the reason for it all visiting today? That made it worse.
If anyone slipped up, they probably assumed they’d be dragged off and disposed of just like him.
Jesus, Hayan noona... you can’t just go around killing people for that...
Completely dumbfounded, I checked her stats.
Come to think of it, I’d never looked at her info before.
[Go Hayan]
Affiliation: Koryo Card
Combat Power: 77
Willpower: 91
Tech: 113
Leadership: 231
Charm: 182
<Traits>
Koryo Group Owner Family, Psychopath, Sadist, Obsession, Possessiveness, Discrimination, Elitism, Apathy...
<Sexual Status>
Mouth: Virgin
Genitals: Virgin
Anus: Virgin
What the actual fuck is up with those traits?
A psychopath in the Go family? That’s not even surprising anymore.
But sadist?? Obsession? Possessiveness? Discrimination and Elitism too?
These are all traits you’d attach to some villainess designed to torment the protagonist to the bitter end.
And the scariest part?
They’re all bolded.
...Fuck, Go Muyeol, you dumb bastard—can’t you remember anything right??
The kind, sweet, good-hearted noona who used to be close to me?
There’s no way in hell that’s real.
At this point, it’s obvious my memory’s completely screwed.
Even that thing about her putting semen in a drink—I think that was a totally different incident, and I’ve just got it mixed up.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?”
“N-no. Nothing. Just... thank you for going out of your way to handle that....”
They say you never truly know what’s in someone’s heart—but I didn’t expect Go Hayan, of all people, to be this terrifying.
Of all the women I’ve dealt with so far, I’d thought she was the most normal—
But she might actually be the closest thing to a true villainess I’ve seen.
“What? It was only natural.”
“...But wasn’t disposal a bit much? It was just one mistake. I mean, he was one of your secretaries—he must’ve been a valuable employee.”
“What are you talking about? Anyone who forgets their place and upsets their master’s mood should be thrown out immediately.”
“...”
“You’ve got some strange ideas, Muyeol.”
“...”
Pretty sure I’m the sane one and you’re the crazy one.
If you keep killing people over minor slip-ups, you’re gonna run out of manpower, never mind everything else.
“If you tear a tissue, do you tape it back together and keep using it?”
“...”
That’s what I was thinking—but her words left me speechless.
Not because I agreed with her—
but because what she said was on such a completely different wavelength that I couldn’t even respond.
It hit me the same way it did when Minji noona first said, “A knight’s brainwashing is a form of welfare.”
Yeah... I really can’t keep up with the mindset of true chaebols...
I thought I’d gone pretty rogue myself, but every time I hear these flashes of brilliance from actual conglomerate royalty, I’m humbled again.
Ah... People like me—just regular mortals—can never catch up to them.
That’s the kind of realization it gives you.
In professional terms, we’d say they walk a different path entirely.
“There’s value in warning someone ahead of time as a preventive measure, but there’s no reason to forgive something once it’s already been done.
Secretaries? They’re so plentiful you trip over them.”
“...I see.”
There wasn’t much point in pushing this line of conversation.
Time to change the subject.
“Anyway... I heard the news. Sold out immediately, huh?”
“Mm. To be exact, all ten thousand sets sold out in forty-seven seconds.”
“Wow... Forty-seven seconds?”
Forty-seven seconds...
That’s basically instantly sold out.
“I thought it would do well, but... to be honest, I didn’t expect this kind of response.”
“Really? I thought it would go exactly like this.”
She wore a smug smile.
Apparently, the thought of failure had never crossed her mind.
“Sinabro—the brand you created—combined with my capabilities?
This is nothing. Every edition we launch going forward will be a success.”
She snapped her fingers in the air.
In response, a group of models wearing Sinabro jewelry began walking out from the side.
“Oh...”
They were all dressed in elegant, understated outfits—nothing flashy.
Which only made the Sinabro jewelry stand out even more.
“What do you think?”
“They’re beautiful...”
The models, I mean.
Ah, I mean—the jewelry is beautiful, too, of course.
“...Sounds like you’re not talking about the jewelry.”
“What do you mean? Absolutely not.”
She gave me a brief side-eye, then started explaining things one after another.
Just like when Go Min-young used to lecture me about superconductors, it all went over my head.
I had no clue what she was actually saying.
...Why the hell is there so much to study in this damn life?
“As you can see, the next strategy will split into mass-production and limited editions.
A more focused approach.
Everything the models are wearing now is mass-production line. Still looks good, right?”
“Yes. It doesn’t feel ‘mass-produced’ at all.”
“Because it’s Sinabro.”
Despite the phrase “mass-production” having a cheap connotation, these looked expensive as hell.
That’s RK-77 class for you.
“How much are those?”
“Depends on the package—but they range from 1.7 billion won to the low 3 billions.”
“...That’s not cheap at all.”
“And we’ll release 100,000 units each, globally this time.”
“What about the limited editions?”
Go Hayan gently smiled, then swept her hair back behind her ear with a delicate motion.
That’s when I finally noticed her earring.
Ching!
It sparkled as it caught the light.
“...Wait, don’t tell me—that’s it?”
“Mm. The ones I’m wearing right now.”
She showed off her earring, then pulled a necklace out from her cleavage,
and finally extended her hand to display a ring on her fourth finger.
They were completely different from the pieces she used to wear.
“Only 100 sets worldwide.
The price isn’t finalized yet—but it’ll be very expensive.”
If even Go Hayan was describing it as very expensive, then how much was it going to cost?
Would something like that even sell...?
