I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 456
“Wh-what... wh-what... are you...?”
Even with my kind explanation, Park Hyejeong couldn’t form words—only gape in shock.
Of all the times I’d seen her, this was her most dramatic expression yet.
“This is a weapon my Aunt Jia created with great ambition. She thought a lot about you too, Yewon.”
I savored the sight of Park Hyejeong trembling beyond mere shock, while I casually slid my arm around Kang Soeun’s shoulder.
She, in turn, was staring daggers at Park Hyejeong.
Her expression... fury, and betrayal.
And those feelings only grew stronger.
Park Hyejeong, utterly shaken and appalled.
Kang Soeun, feeling indescribable betrayal toward her.
That must have been it.
Even though I and Minji-ah had told her the facts several times, deep down Soeun must have believed, until the very last moment, that Park Hyejeong couldn’t possibly have done it. That it was all my deception.
But the instant she saw Park Hyejeong’s face here, she realized. Ah. It was this bitch.
Of course she did—Hyejeong looked far too shocked. As if she were staring at the walking dead.
This is amusement.
Seeing their faces, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The two hadn’t exchanged a single word, yet through expression alone they grasped the truth, exchanged feedback, and their expressions grew more intense...
The whole sequence felt like watching a movie unfold right beside me.
The greatest cinema is to watch a person’s life.
And the greatest game is to control that life.
“Ah, this is classified, so I can’t go into detail... but should I still explain? For our dear Yewon?”
Only then did Park Hyejeong creak her gaze toward me.
I approached her, revealing just a sliver of truth.
“Do you know what a Magin is?”
“...!!!”
“Of course you don’t. You only know the word. A being far stronger than a human. Not quite at the level of a knight, but our Soeun here can crush small fry with ease.”
“Mag...in... N-no... it can’t be...”
Park Hyejeong looked once more at Kang Soeun, her face twisted in shock.
Soeun, however, only glared harder, her gaze searing. Did she find her disgusting?
“Most importantly, once the gene registration is done, she must obey her master’s words. No matter what, she can’t escape it. You know how rare it is, in times like these, to find someone who is absolutely yours.”
“...”
“That’s why this is a gift. I may have registered her genes, but I’m entrusting Soeun to you, Yewon.”
“Ah... ah...”
At this point, I became curious.
What made up the largest share of Hyejeong’s expression?
The shock that Kang Soeun had come back to life?
The sorrow or guilt that she had become a Magin?
Or was it fear—fear that this Magin version of Kang Soeun might expose her?
Which emotion, exactly, was painting Hyejeong’s face right now?
“But hold on. I’m introducing you two, yet it looks like you already know each other.”
“!”
“...”
“You know her?”
“Ah... that...”
“Park Hyejeong.”
“!!”
Kang Soeun spoke the forbidden name.
The real name of the woman masquerading as Assemblywoman Heo Yewon.
It was a short, plain word, but hearing it, Park Hyejeong flinched violently and stumbled backward.
Crack.
“Traitor.”
“Hm?”
“You betrayed us... betrayed the organization...! And now you’ve become...!!”
“What’s this now? Betrayal?”
Feigning ignorance, I turned to her. Only then did she frantically wave her hands in denial.
“Ah, n-no-, wh-what are you saying all of a sudden! I-I don’t—”
“Under the pretext of loyalty to nation and people, you murdered the real Heo Yewon, wore her face, and with a false identity—”
“What the hell are you babbling about, woman!!”
“You infiltrated to spy on Chairwoman Minji-ah and Go Muyeol—”
“Hey!!”
“Abyss... a spy from the National Intelligence Service!!”
“You bitch!!”
Unable to take it anymore, Park Hyejeong lunged.
She grabbed Kang Soeun by the collar, thrusting her face close in a threat. It was quite a spectacle.
A shame I didn’t have popcorn or coffee on hand.
“Hey...! What the fuck are you spouting, huh?!!”
“What a sight... Tell me, is that face of yours changed, or is this your real one, Hyejeong?”
“You fucking whore!!!”
Funny. I’d literally told her Soeun was a Magin.
And yet Hyejeong had no fear, ready to throw punches.
That just showed how cornered she was.
This I didn’t foresee.
Who’d have guessed Soeun would spill everything?
I half-expected some tearful bond-of-comradeship scene. Fine... at least you live on. Some bullshit like that.
Clearly, I’d been too naïve.
Well. She was betrayed and killed by this bitch. It’d be absurd to just let her live in peace.
Still, if this devolved into a brawl, it wouldn’t end well.
Our Hyejeong would be utterly beaten down—and a beautiful face marred isn’t pleasant.
Time to intervene.
I signaled to Seunghee, who nodded, stepped in between them, and pulled them apart.
Then she looked between them, warning firmly:
“What sort of disgrace is this before the Young Master? Compose yourselves.”
“...”
“...”
Kang Soeun ignored her, continuing to glare at Hyejeong.
But Hyejeong fidgeted nervously, then bowed deeply toward me.
“M-my apologies, Young Master! I-I made a mistake...!”
“That mistake.”
The time had come.
“Are you talking about this disgrace just now... or about the life of Park Hyejeong?”
“...What?”
Her reaction came a beat late. Then she frantically waved her hands again, denying it.
“Y-y-young Master, w-why are you saying... that... haha. P-Park Hyejeong? What nonsense... That woman keeps spewing strange things—”
“You think she only said it here?”
“Ah... w-well, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I—I truly am—”
Click.
At that moment, the office door opened and someone entered.
A woman with short brown-permed hair, bearing elegance, dignity, and a brazen, almost vulgar sensuality—Minji-ah.
Expressionless, she stepped inside, offered me a polite greeting, and took a place at the side.
“...”
Seeing the chairwoman of Biotech appear, Park Hyejeong seemed to realize what this meant.
She swallowed hard, wiping cold sweat from her brow even before it had formed.
“Now, let’s see... what was his name? That back-alley surgeon.”
“Park Hyung-seok, who was running illegal operations in Songdo Future City’s 3rd District.”
“!”
“Ah, right. Park Hyung-seok.”
To our still-denying Hyejeong, Seunghee tossed a file containing a photo.
It showed a man who’d been beaten to a pulp.
The paper fluttered as it fell, and after glancing nervously at me several times, Hyejeong stooped to pick it up.
“!”
“Come on, fifty billion won in cash for a surgery, even if it’s illegal? That’s excessive.”
“Given that he completely replaced her face and biometric data with another’s, inserted essential implants, and provided aftercare as a package, the price isn’t actually outrageous.”
“Oh, really?”
“Most importantly, it guaranteed secrecy. And for someone like Park Hyejeong, where perfect disguise yields such massive returns, fifty billion is more than worth it.”
At Seunghee’s words, Park Hyejeong swayed and collapsed to her knees.
Her hand, clutching the file, trembled uncontrollably.
“So this kind of thing has happened before. How many people are living other lives out there? Gives me chills.”
“It costs tens of billions, so not too many, I’d say.”
“Fair point.”
“Why...”
“?”
As I idly bantered with Seunghee, Park Hyejeong’s trembling voice broke in.
“Why... only now...”
“Are you speaking to me?”
“Why now of all times...”
Crack.
She crushed the file in her hands.
The paper tore pathetically.
“Why now!!!”
“Oh dear. Why the shouting?”
“If only... if only I had one more day... then I would have been Heo Yewon... just one more day...”
“You admit it so easily. That you are Park Hyejeong... a spy of the Abyss.”
“Ah...”
Regret, no doubt.
Tomorrow she’d have gone through the procedure.
Her face and biometrics extracted, she would have become the perfect Heo Yewon.
But it ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) was a fleeting dream.
Because I had known from the very beginning.
From the start, I’d known, and deliberately controlled her life.
No matter what she did,
even if she had completed the surgery tomorrow,
Park Hyejeong could never escape her shadow.
She could never shed the stain of being an Abyss spy.
“Jia, when was the first day Hyejeong came to me?”
“The Grand Banquet, Young Master.”
“Ah yes, the Grand Banquet. The day our Hyejeong first came to me.”
“...”
Her eyes, vacant from the weight of losing everything, slowly widened.
