MR. Jeon, The Heart Bandit | L.K Adaptation

Chapter 6

Lisa could not get any rest after the change to a new environment.

Her son was sound asleep. and she watched his face as she pondered.

Although she did have illicit relations with that old man without a name back then , she had to thank him as well.

Not only was her son a bundle of comeliness, but he was also much smarter than others of his age.

That was the best gift that the gods had bestowed upon her.

****

The following day was a weekend. Lisa had wanted to sleep in, but was jolted awake by a call from an unknow person.

It was a male voice that spoke formally from the other end. "May I speak to Miss Lisa?"

"That's me. To whom am I speaking to?" Lisa slid a carful glance at her son as she rubbed her heavy eyelids.

Fortunately, he was still fast asleep.

She got off the bed and tip-toed out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.

"My name is Bang Chan, President Jeon's assistant. I'm calling to inform you that Min group is now under the ownership of KBS. Because you have signed a contract before the acquisition of the company, you are now transferred to KBS River Town Branch, but you would also be keeping your position as chief fashion designer. President Jeon has also asked for you in a meeting concerning your job"

"Okay"

Lisa had many question in her head when she hung up the phone.

KBS River Town Branch?

Would that not be the KBS International building in the middle of the town?

Whatever. Her job has not changed. not to mention that it was always nice to meet her superior and understand the company and her work.

Lisa washed up, put on a business attire but did not spare the time to put on any makeup, before leaving a note on Jisoo's blanket. Her friend was still sound sleep, and as such she drove by herself to the office.

The detached and richly decorated tower of KBS International was surrounded by rows after rows of other towering buildings its very structure reaching into the skies and appearing at once profound and imposing.

Lisa could feel the organization's grandeur as she alighted.

"Miss Lisa, I presume? President Jeon's waiting"

A man wearing a blue suit approached her in a respectful manner, and Lisa could tell that he was Bang Chan the man who had called her.

She followed him up to the sixth-eighth floor.

Ding_

As the elevator doors opened, Lisa's high-heels did not make a sound as she stepped upon the handcrafted sheepskin rug.

Then she caught the distinct plaque on the door, and the words written on it: Jeon Jungkook, President.

Nonetheless, that very name prompted a sinister sensation.

Lisa almost choked herself on her own bile. Enemies almost inevitably cross paths, do they not?

Her younger sister's fiance was actually her superior?

No, she had been disowned by the Lee family four years ago. Tzuyu was no longer her sister.

Whatever the case might be, all she wanted to do now was do her best in her new job.

****

"Miss Lisa?" Bang Chan was waving his hands in front of her as she became nonresponsive.

Lisa recovered and responded, "Sorry"

She walked to the door, took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in"

A clod masculine voice spoke from within.

The office inside was a hundred squared meters and extravagantly adorned.

A man in a white-shirt was sitting at a luxurious desk beside the French window. He did not so much as look up when she entered.

His hand, well-defined on every joint, was holding an ornate fountain pen as he looked through some documents.

"Sit"

He only said a single word, but there was a distinct commanding tone that allowed no say otherwise in his voice.

Turning, Lisa sat on the genuine leather couch.

So, that was Jeon Jungkook? Neither too old nor too ugly, really.

He still had not looked up, but what she could make of his profile was sufficiently stunning.

She simply sat and watched quietly as he worked.

The office was as silent as the dead of night.

There was no telling how much time had passed when he put away the documents with a thud, and finally put down his pen to look up.

In the raking light, his facial features appeared crafted divinely. It was a visage that both gods and humans would envy.