Lee Miyoon looked at the journalist that walked through the door. Seemingly aware that numerous deals had been written in this Chinese-style restaurant, the journalist spoke as soon as he sat down,

“I never knew I’d come to the 3rd floor of this place.”

Miyoon did not reply and told the waiter who came in with the journalist to prepare the food. The waiter closed the door and left.

“You know, I’m the type of person who can’t eat if there’s something on my mind. That’s why I try to get my business sorted to a certain extent before eating. Won’t that be good for you as well, journalist Kim?”

“I’m grateful that you said those words. Actually, I also don’t enjoy eating while sitting on pins and needles.”

The journalist downed a cup of water in one go. Miyoon also drank some water. Ever since Hong Janghae stabbed her in the back, she couldn’t quench her thirst no matter how much she drank. That was because of the thirst of her soul that couldn’t be fulfilled by dealing with the desires of the flesh. That too, would no longer persist after...