‘What…?!’ Woo Jae-Hoon almost yelled. He felt as if a huge boulder had just fallen on his head. Soon, blood drained from his face, which was turning blue, and he gasped for air like a fish out of water. 1

‘Ha Jae-Gun… is Eden Smith…?!’ 0

The audience erupted into a cacophonous din. The reaction of the reporters stationed on the sides and at the back of the hall was indescribable. They looked like they were ready to rush forward to the stage with their cameras. However, the security guards quickly stepped in and narrowed the gaps. 0

Ha Jae-Gun added in a firm voice. “Eden Smith is my pen name.”0

‘No way…!’ Woo Jae-Hoon was on the verge of losing his sanity; he felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the back. His large round eyes were unwittingly transfixed on Ha Jae-Gun and no one else.0

It wasn't just Woo Jae-Hoon; everyone else in the hall reacted the same way. Waves of shock ran through the hall. Even the fourth-term assemblyman, Kwon Sung-Deuk, had lost his calm and collected look. 0

“Babe, Writer Ha Jae-Gun isn’t pulling our legs, right?”0

“I don’t think so? If he isn’t crazy, there’s no way anyone would make such a joke in their right mind. Wow, this is a huge plot twist…”0

The murmurs from the flustered audience grew even louder, so much so that it was almost impossible for the fan meeting to continue. OongSung...0