Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: The Beta Male Wants to Become a Donation Whale
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Olivia had no sooner arrived in Korea than she insisted on inspecting my house.
"Oh, Ms. Olivia?"
"Just Olivia is fine."
As she spoke, she poked around every corner of the house, then wrinkled her nose ever so slightly. I was about to ask what was wrong when...
She made a face like something just didn't add up.
"Where are the guns?"
"Pardon? G-guns?"
"The president's body isn't just his own. Seol-hwa may be Selig's CEO, but isn't the real authority with you, President Do-jun?"
She had a point.
Jin Seol-hwa always checked with me before making any decisions.
There were times when situations were urgent or inappropriate and she'd delay reporting, but mostly she kept me in the loop first.
Still, this wasn't the Wild West—we didn't need guns...
"You heard about the blackmailer, right?"
"Yes, Seol-hwa told me."
"That blackmailer toyed with police forces dispatched across all 50 states—not enough for him, he even dragged in the FBI, and they still couldn't catch him."
"......"
Was she thinking of stashing guns in the mansion or something?
No matter what, living in Korea meant following Korean laws. The problem was Olivia's mindset was still pure American.
'Come to think of it, Im Yun-ah asked about guns when we first met, too.'
Olivia circled the living room once, then checked the master bedroom, kitchen, dressing room—even up to the third floor. She looked like a detective with a search warrant.
"Not bad at all."
"R-really?"
I had zero interest or clue about that stuff.
I'd caught Im Yun-ah hauling massive boxes into the mansion a few times and carting them upstairs.
I'd assumed they were just regular packages, but apparently not.
It hit me now that all that gear was for my protection.
After peeking into the room Jin Seol-hwa used, she pointed to the one next door and declared she'd take it. No real inconvenience to me, so I told her to do as she pleased.
"Mind if we talk for a bit?"
"Of course. Anytime for a beauty like you."
"Hohoho, you're such a tease, President."
Olivia brewed coffee with the familiarity of someone who'd lived here for years.
She set a cup down in front of me.
Blonde beauty-brewed coffee. Unbelievable!
"This should be decent. Once my stuff arrives, I'll make it even better."
The first sip hit with a perfect balance of bitter and sweet dancing on my tongue, leaving a deep, lingering aftertaste that warmed my soul.
This woman makes killer coffee.
Better than the other two.
"I heard about Future Distribution. Care to fill me in?"
I spent a good hour laying out the whole story, and she nodded along.
Then, with perfect understanding, she said,
"Definitely trash. In America, he'd be in court before he knew it."
"That bad?"
"Of course. We've got how many police chiefs kicked out for abusing power? No DA or commissioner dodges it."
"Not even them...?"
"America hates abuse of power culture even more than here because of the racism issue. Even the president has to watch it."
"Got it."
"Anyway, that Future Distribution mess will sort itself out soon."
Relief washed over me at the good news.
If things went south, Selig's Korea expansion would tank. And that'd be the least of it—Starlight could crumble under retaliation, derailing all our future plans.
Knowing our plan to swallow Future Distribution was on track brought a profound sense of ease.
Olivia took a sip of her coffee, let out an "Ah!" of delight, and asked,
"Nothing going on between you and Seol-hwa, right?"
"...Pardon? What do you mean?"
"When a man and woman live together, things... happen."
"......"
That's when it dawned on me.
Americans were way more open-minded than I'd thought.
She flashed a sly grin and poked my side playfully, like she was dying for the juicy details.
"Sexual desire isn't shameful. It's basic human instinct. Procreating is humanity's blessing."
Why were all the women around me so out there?
Choa was one.
Olivia was another.
Not even counting any 'relations,' even Yu So-geum.
'This is insane...'
My future already looked pitch black.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Sunlight filtered softly through the window into the room, where a young girl sat quietly.
Her long hair draped gently beside her face, and her delicate fingers worked colored paper like magic, folding it tenderly. With each fold, the thin sheet creased and unfolded, gradually taking the shape of a crane.
A few months ago, her life had hung by a thread—this was Jin Seol-young.
"La la la~ ♬"
The girl's smile, humming a tune, was as warm and serene as sunlight peeking through clouds.
Because the nurse sister had told her that folding 1,000 would make her wish come true.
So she folded whenever she could.
Now past 900, just 50 shy of 1,000.
She couldn't wait to show the gift to Uncle and Sister.
"Seol-young~"
"H-hello?"
Grace Mitchell, visiting the room early that morning.
Jin Seol-young's dedicated nurse, a kind-hearted young woman who listened to her troubles.
"How's the body feeling? All good?"
After starting the new leukemia drug from Selig, Seol-young had graduated from the sterile room to a regular ward—a true blessing only the sick could appreciate.
"Feels great. I wanna go out and play with friends."
Johns Hopkins' nursing system had eight levels.
From newbie RN1 to the CNO overseeing all nurses.
Mitchell was RN2, level three—equivalent to a resident doctor.
With sky-high bills came top-tier care; Johns Hopkins earned its rep as a world-class hospital.
And for the sister of a major U.S. pharma CEO like Jin Seol-hwa? No skimping.
With the world's best medical team watching 24/7, discharge day wasn't far off.
"Let's hang in there till the end. Soon, you'll be running around outside with the other kids."
"Hehe, really?"
"Hoho, don't make your sister sad. Can't bear never seeing our Seol-young again."
"I'll visit sometimes."
"Hohoho, don't you dare. Coming to the hospital means you're sick. Show your face here, and I'll chase you out!"
Finishing Seol-young's check, Mitchell spotted the paper cranes on the bed. She'd been folding for months—almost at 1,000 now.
She was the one who'd suggested cranes.
"Wow! You folded all these?"
"Yeah. Wanted to show Sister and Uncle."
Mitchell tilted her head.
Sister made sense, but uncle? First she'd heard.
No father listed in records, nor brothers.
"Uncle in Korea."
"Korea? South Korea?"
"Yep."
Mitchell wondered how a room-bound girl knew about Korea, but didn't dwell. Her visiting sister must've told her.
"Sounds like a good guy."
Seol-young beamed.
Her smile was so bright, it warmed the watcher’s heart.
"The best uncle in the world. Says he'll play lots when I go to Korea."
"Hohoho, really?"
"Yes! He'll... send me to school, eat yummy food with friends, show me the sea, and, and..."
"......"
Tears welled in Mitchell's eyes.
How lonely and scared had she been?
Nothing but cold machines and white coats around her.
She gently hugged the girl.
"It'll be okay now. The doctor says you're improving beyond belief."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. I hope you play with friends, eat all the good stuff, see the sea, and live happily ever after."
"Hehe, thanks, Sister."
"Thank you? Nah, I'm grateful you're getting healthy."
Mitchell prayed—if God existed—that this girl could run free.
'May all her wishes come true...'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A week had passed since Olivia arrived in Korea.
Future Distribution was snapping up shares as they hit the market, with the shareholders' meeting looming.
Trust in Yu Kyung-su had long collapsed.
Shareholders were in uproar, demanding a new CEO now.
In this chaotic world,
I sat with Olivia at a fortune teller's shop. She'd always been curious about Eastern divination, claiming it was spot-on.
Lately, too many headaches had me on edge.
Sleepless nights aplenty.
Before big events, my hands and feet trembled.
What if it all went wrong?
What about the staff busting their asses for me?
But the dye was cast.
No looking back—only forward.
So I went.
A fortune shop in Ilsan.
Park Seong-ho recommended her—super accurate, even nailed his bad past.
"Gah!"
Down a dark alley, a small, shabby shop.
Inside was a woman called Ms. Cheonsu.
She took one look at me and yelled.
I nearly fell backward in shock.
'Why's she screaming outta nowhere...'
I sat quietly before Ms. Cheonsu. Olivia, meanwhile, couldn't hide her curiosity.
America had its own—Salem witches, New Orleans voodoo.
"Hoo!"
She sighed deeply.
Her face twisted, though I couldn't tell why.
"Just now, I saw a dragon clutching a yeouiju, circling the heavens!"
A dragon with yeouiju symbolized luck, success, power, wealth. All good omens.
"Hoo, a dragon circling the skies with a yeouiju as big as its head! This, this is!"
Ms. Cheonsu's eyes spun wildly.
Like divine revelation—she trembled uncontrollably.
"Y-you!"
She thrust her fan straight at me.
"You'll become the greatest man in this land!"
"...Pardon? The greatest man?"
"And your luck with women is top-notch. But that's not all."
Cryptic words.
Greatest man, lady luck, and more to come?
I couldn't make heads or tails of it.
One thing clear, though.
The greatest man in this country.
Only one possibility.
'No way...'