Meanwhile, with Seong-muk's Girls
At the same time, with Seong-muk's girls...
"Kyaa, my first time in business class...!"
Noah was thrilled to be seated in the luxurious chairs.
Her family was quite well-off, but she'd been raised to avoid extravagance, sticking to modest middle-class spending. The prospect of a grueling 14-hour flight in such comfort was a huge deal.
While Noah was buzzing over her first taste of premium seating, behind her sat Doyeon, equally ecstatic for an entirely different reason—her very first flight ever.
'First flight, first trip abroad…!'
Doyeon had spent the entire previous night researching must-visit spots and restaurants in England.
She was already planning outings everywhere with Noah.
'It'd be great if Seong-muk could join sometime...'
With the whole backdrop shifted away from Korea, Doyeon dreamed rosy thoughts of their relationship finally advancing.
Just before boarding, she slipped off her low heels. Noah jumped in surprise at the sight.
"Sis…?!"
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Why are you taking off your shoes?"
"What do you mean? Don't people take off their shoes on planes?"
"…Who does?"
"Dojin said it's rude not to—always be mindful."
"………."
Noah pulled Doyeon aside and chattered explanations. Doyeon's face soon flushed beet red with embarrassment.
"Do Dojin, that rascal!"
"Hehe, you two siblings get along so well…!"
Despite being an elite Seoul University student, Doyeon rarely joked around and had fallen for her little brother's prank hook, line, and sinker.
It had started with her trusting his recent love-life consulting advice more and more.
'Who knew? He doesn't seem the type for pranks…!'
From what she'd heard lately, Do Dojin had gained some real poise. Noah found his shift from quiet reserve intriguing.
"My big bro messaged yesterday—he's joined training too. You chat with your brother about it often?"
"Yeah, we talk, but he never spills what the training's like. Kinda hurts my feelings."
"Ahh…"
Noah blinked, something clicking for her.
'Bro, how's the training holding up?'
'Kinda like back home. Tough prevention shots make it manageable.'
Noah recalled the family training at their estate.
Uprooting trees barehanded, dodging arrows, evading live blades—brutal stuff.
'Yeah, how do you even tell her that?!'
Noah instantly got Dojin's dilemma.
Even to her untrained eyes, it screamed "overkill," but to Doyeon, steeped in cutting-edge baseball theory? She'd foam at the mouth.
Still, Noah played it cool to reassure her.
"They've got pros on him 24/7, drilling him super tight. Says his skills are skyrocketing daily—probably didn't wanna worry you!"
"Oh, that's it? Whew, good…"
Doyeon bought it, thankfully.
The plane soon took off, lifting into the sky.
Doyeon peered out the window in fascination long after ascent, mesmerized by the view. Then came Noah's amazed voice.
"Whoa, these planes have Wi-Fi now…!"
"Really…?"
In business class, they connected without extra fees. Noah, with her horde of friends, dove into piled-up DMs.
"…Message from Olivia sis—huh?!"
Noah gawked at her screen, stunned.
Doyeon, sipping a drink, blinked and leaned over.
"…Something wrong?"
"Doyeon sis, you remember Olivia sis, right?"
Noah probed gently.
Under the banner of helping her relationship with Seong-muk progress, she'd befriended both sides, walking a tightrope.
"Yeah, of course."
Doyeon was on highest alert around her.
Stunning beauty, killer figure.
Star chef from TV.
Four years younger.
Same school, same grade—total edge.
Impossible not to guard against.
Then came the bombshell.
"Olivia sis says she kissed Seong-muk oppa."
"Pfft…!"
Doyeon sprayed her drink.
The news shattered her composure.
"Cough cough! W-what's that supposed to mean…?"
"Lemme see—Olivia sis made the first move, right under the Tower Bridge night lights, just smack!"
Doyeon's hands began to tremble.
Her face drained of color.
"…So, are they dating now?"
Game over before she'd confessed? But Noah offered hope.
"Hmm, doesn't seem like it. She's waiting for Seong-muk oppa's reply."
"Phew…"
'Heard overseas girls see kisses differently...'
Doyeon brightened.
Sure, even in Europe a kiss meant something, but her mind raced with happy delusions.
'…Things are getting fun!'
Noah watched the drama unfold with glee.
Not planning bold moves till adulthood, she could chill on Olivia's news.
'For me, balance between both sis is ideal...'
Perfect foundation for Seong-muk's harem later. Though Olivia had the lead now—Doyeon needed to step up.
As she awaited Doyeon's reaction, it came.
"…I can't just sit this out."
"Hah…!"
Noah's eyes sparkled.
Curiosity lit her gaze.
'What'll she do…!?'
No love experience, sure, but Doyeon was already slaying in the real world with her genius.
What bold play would she pull? Noah brimmed with anticipation.
"How, sis?"
"Guess I'll just have to do things my way."
"Your way…?!"
Noah got a hunch, eyes flicking to Doyeon's ample chest—but the answer veered off wildly.
"Double down on game analysis, support Seong-muk with everything I've got…!"
"……?"
Doyeon concluded she'd appeal through hardcore professionalism. Noah blinked at the detour.
'Sis's watermelon-sized boobs would solve everything easy...'
Seo Ye-bin, the ex, proved Seong-muk's taste for curves.
A "accidental" rub would stir him down there, spark tension naturally—Noah was sure.
'Too fast for sis, though…?'
She had gotten a rise from him in that police costume at the orphanage, but the button explosion KO'd him, etching it as her black history.
Till she weaponized it again? Long way off.
'Plenty of time anyway…!'
Noah flashed a sunny smile and reclined. England was still hours away.
At the same time.
As two girls flew to England, one was heading the opposite way—from England to Korea.
"…It's been a while, Korea."
Seo Ye-bin removed her sunglasses exiting Incheon Airport. Korea's air felt nostalgic yet bittersweet.
A suited middle-aged man approached, bowing deeply.
"Welcome back, Miss Ye-bin."
"…Manager Jeong, long time. Thanks for your help last time."
"No need— just doing my duty."
Manager Jeong, who'd aided exposing Kim Jung-cheol's scandals, had served her mother loyally—and now Ye-bin just as much.
"Sneaking into Korea suggests quite the resolve…"
Only he knew she'd returned.
Officially, she was in a month-long intensive program, cut off from the world.
To her sole trusted subordinate, she revealed her goal.
"Yes. I'll drag my father down—with my own hands."
"………!"
Manager Jeong's eyes widened, then he bowed again.
"If that's your will, then by all means."
"How much evidence do you have on Seo Mu-jin's illegal dealings?"
"…So much it's hard to sort. No one's as dirty as him since Dangun."
Ye-bin smirked at his confidence, gesturing onward.
"Perfect. Let's discuss details en route."
"Yes, miss."
She slid into the luxury car's back seat.
Her eyes burned with unprecedented fire—for returning to Seong-muk.
"…………."
Olivia stood tense, hands clasped.
Before her loomed Gordon Ramsay, stone-faced over her dish.
"Hmm, hmmm…"
He'd been sampling—and shredding—it nonstop.
"I can hear the romance dying—thanks to this slop!"
"Geum Seong-muk needs energy, and you'd feed him this? He'll burn out!"
"You don't seriously think he means it when he says it's delicious no matter what, do you…?!"
"………."
She'd endured Seong-muk's barbs while honing her craft, but the original's full venom stung fiercer.
Olivia bore it silently, cooking on.
Then came the line she couldn't ignore.
"…This steak's a disaster. Feed my wife this garbage long-term, she'd drive me to the other woman's bed in no time."
"………!!"
"Why the face? He's a prime athlete, full of vigor. Slack off once, who knows what he'll get up to with the rest?"
Gordon prodded Olivia's nerves.
It worked.
He sensed his daughter bubbling over.
'Yes, that's it. Get mad…!'
Ramsay chefs were all hot-tempered pains.
He saw it as fuel.
Channel that fire into ambition? Rocket fuel for growth.
Olivia was Ramsay blood.
Easy win, he thought—
"…Seong-muk isn't like that."
Tears welled in her eyes.
She was pissed, swallowing it down—but one more push, and floodgates.
"Damn, you're killing me."
Gordon clutched his head.
She'd bolted from marriage talk before; now, smitten and teary-eyed?
Her unfamiliar warmth from "ice queen" days gave him a headache—yet sparked hope.
'A kid like her might achieve what we couldn't…'
Post-tears, she whipped up a quantum leap in quality.
"…Hmph, a smidgen better."
Satisfied inwardly, he snorted sternly, digging in—and pondering.
'Feels like it'll be ages till you return to England…'
Gordon's gut feeling.
He'd downplayed it, but she was his beloved daughter. He'd prefer she stay—but she'd "lost" to Seong-muk, no excuse to hold her.
If sending her off, cram every lesson possible now.
They'd secure her spot beside her love, he was certain.
"Hey, not like that! Finals viewing? Snap to it and nail this…!"
Another Ramsay roar erupted.
For this moment, it was his greatest love for her.