Chapter 174: Who is His Person (6)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
Say that I won’t be her manager?
Although they say that a celebrity is fickler than summer weather, I couldn’t understand Son Chaeyoung at all. When I looked at the rearview mirror, Son Chaeyoung was staring at the window as though she had said what she wanted. It seemed she didn’t dry her hair all that well as it was still dripping with water.
I tapped the steering wheel before asking,
“Did you ask to meet to say that?”
“That’s right. Is there a problem? Ah, don’t tell CEO Baek about this conversation too.”
“What’s the reason?”
“Why do you want to know?”
Son Chaeyoung looked at the rearview mirror again.
Reflected on the slightly foggy mirror, her particularly vivid lips parted to say,
“Why? Do you want to work with me? Do you want me now?”
“Nope.”
I replied immediately. Son Chaeyoung frowned and turned away.
“You’re an eyesore.”
“There is a sleeping mask in the back.”
Son Chaeyoung frowned again.
“So ridiculous. I’ll lose my temper if I keep riding this car.”
More than now?
I was at a loss for words.
“There’ll be no reason for you to ride this car anymore so relax.”
I replied calmly. Son Chaeyoung threw the towel she was wiping her wet clothes with. Then she pressed her back against the seat. I could see the seat getting wet through the rearview mirror. Oh, wow. I bet she’d be rolling in the back seat if I asked her to not get the seat wet one more time.
A long while after I received her irritated glare through the rearview mirror, Son Chaeyoung snorted.
“You probably understand a lot more about this industry now, yet you still aren’t good at calculating. You need to look at the bigger picture. Do you think you’ll easily come across chances to work with an actress of standing?”
“You’re the one that told me not to be your manager?”
“Ah, my words came out wrong because of you! It’s because you asked me for a reason!”
Should I try to sound her out?
“I’m just curious because you’ve changed suddenly. I was wondering if you’re planning on retiring or something.”
I lightly shrugged and observed her reaction through the rearview mirror.
Son Chaeyoung’s mouth was agape as though she heard something absurd.
“Retire? Why would I retire? Who said I was retiring?”
“I’m just asking. They say people die if they change suddenly.”
“What ‘suddenly’? It’s been so long since I’ve asked you to be my manager. The train’s already left the station.”
She snorted again before continuing,
“Also, I’m never going to retire. What will I do if I give this up?”
I don’t know. Although I didn’t know what she did for a living, I did know that she apparently retired.
It looked like Son Chaeyoung didn’t have the slightest intention of retiring. What caused her to change her mind that she retired at the peak of her career? What sort of rumors were there again?
Married into a Chinese conglomerate’s family? Undergoing therapy? Pregnancy? Plays overseas?
The ‘undergoing therapy’ rumor seemed plausible. She seemed to have two or three mental illnesses.
But why were they all rumors? Why did no one know the truth?
If a top actress suddenly declared she was retiring and there were provocative rumors like mental illness or pregnancy, then reporters must have been swarming to find the truth. The paparazzi would have chased her around since she was a top star in China as well.
But how was the truth buried?
It would be impossible for Son Chaeyoung to avoid the reporters’ radar by herself.
Was it really related to a Chinese conglomerate?
A chief from Team 2 did say something in the past. That the person who owns the hotel we were staying at was such a fan of Son Chaeyoung that he wished to have a meal with her. Seeing Son Chaeyoung’s reaction at that time, it didn’t seem like the first time she was dealing with a situation like that.
If not, then the company might have actively quelled any information.
I recalled CEO Baek Hansung’s face as I looked at the rain drip down the windshield.
“I’m telling you again, tell CEO Baek that you won’t be my manager.”
Son Chaeyoung said as she propped her chin on her arm that was on the window. She seemed to have opened the window a little as the wet breeze fluttered her finally dry hair. I saw her half-opened eyes between her fluttering hair. They were restless and excited, like a fighting dog ready to bite and attack its opponent.
“Even if you tell him you won’t, the CEO won’t think bad of you.”
I heard her voice amidst the loud sound of raindrops falling.
“Because most chief-level managers will say they can’t.”
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Son Chaeyoung’s words were a prophecy.