Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Chaebol Heiress Yoo Ha-yul (1)
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Entitled customers.
The worst villains that anyone working in the service industry can never avoid.
Especially for self-employed folks, the odds of running into one are sky-high.
"Hmm, so this is commoner coffee...?"
And among self-employed businesses, cafes that deal with tons of customers might just be the hotspot for encountering them.
Yoo Jun-hyuk frowned at the customer who was pressing a mug to her face and sniffing it loudly.
'I need to keep an eye on her.'
From demanding Luwak coffee the moment she walked in to now sniffing the freshly brewed cup while muttering about commoners.
As the cafe owner, he sensed a (genuine) entitled customer brewing and felt the responsibility to deal with her.
'Better for me to step in and handle it easily with hypnosis than dump it on the staff.'
His cafe wasn't free of them either.
Unlike his old part-time gig, the current spot in a bustling area meant way more customers—and naturally, way more entitled ones.
[Ahmerikah! Gulp! I'm drunk! Urp!]
[Excuse me? My kid just pooped. Can you change their diaper?]
[No way! Other cafes stamp coupons and everything! Why don't you have them?]
[The coffee's so cold my teeth hurt! What? It's iced Americano, so it's supposed to be cold? Are you mocking me right now!?]
But whenever one showed up, he'd sort it out simply with hypnosis.
[Oh, sorry. I got drunk and made a scene. Where's the mop? I'll clean it up right away.]
[SORRY. Asking staff to change my kid's diaper? That's my job as dad.]
[No coupons? Fair enough. Sorry for yelling.]
[Sorry. Bad day today. Iced, so cold's normal, right.]
So it was only natural for Yoo Jun-hyuk to hover near entitled customers while pretending to work.
But the woman inwardly sneered at him.
'Cute little act.'
The woman, Yoo Ha-yul, took a sip of the coffee that didn't suit her taste.
It got rave reviews from other customers, but it fell short of her refined palate.
'Heh, knows I'm hot stuff. Look at him circling around, trying to get involved somehow.'
The Yoo family.
The ultra-massive chaebol clan that owned Star Dust Hotel—where Yoo Jun-hyuk and Choi Yu-ra had visited twice—as well as several five-star hotels overseas.
As the family's only granddaughter and the designated next heir, she'd been sitting in on management classes since before graduating high school. Now, at twenty-five, she was recognized to some degree and actively managing Star Dust Hotel. To her, men were just accessories.
'Men are all the same. Chasing looks, chasing money—superficial as hell.'
Sure, dating was tough these days, but some things stayed the same as in her past life.
The truth that pretty faces and fat wallets made romance easy held strong, and as an alpha female, she'd cycled through countless guys.
Having racked up more relationships than most people managed in a lifetime, she knew better than any single girl her age that men were just like women. And she easily picked up that the current Yoo Jun-hyuk was into her.
'Well, I don't lose to Choi Yu-ra. Nah, with my money, I win.'
Designer labels head to toe, topped with looks that outshone them.
Any guy would take notice.
Of course, Yoo Jun-hyuk was just loitering to boot her out before she pulled any stunts, but oblivious to that, she was already plotting how to toy with him—like always.
'Hmm, looks are on point. Problem's Choi Yu-ra.'
She'd heard hunters were cool with polygamy.
But who knows? Maybe she's got crazy possessiveness and tries to shut me out.
'That could be fun too.'
Either way, I'm not into sharing guys.
She wanted to steal this one and watch her crumble.
Imagining the almighty EX-Rank Hunter losing her man and blowing a fuse sent shivers down Yoo Ha-yul's spine.
'Heh, I'll play with him a bit and send him back. Don't feel too hard done by.'
These days, she'd grown bored of normal dating and preferred snatching other women's guys, toying with them, and dumping them.
It was the bad habit her secretary fretted over.
'Alright, time to get started?'
Hunters don't charge into the jungle unprepared.
Yoo Ha-yul flicked her eyes around, and the staff she'd hired—who were already lurking—nodded discreetly.
"Isn't that woman Yoo Ha-yul?"
"For real? Where? Oh, yeah it is."
"Who's that?"
"The Yoo family youngest daughter! Heir to Geumseong Corporation!"
"Geumseong? That's one of the big chaebols, right?"
Boasting your own perks was tacky, but others hyping you up? Totally fine.
Her hired crew put on such a method-acting show that Yoo Jun-hyuk felt zero suspicion.
'Geumseong Corporation? Chaebol?'
It just upgraded her in his mind from regular entitled customer to super-entitled.
'This could get messy if she kicks off.'
Just try pulling any entitled crap.
He'd slap her with hypnosis and kick her out on the spot!
To spot an opening, Yoo Jun-hyuk paid even closer attention to Yoo Ha-yul, who smugly figured her plan had hooked him.
'Oh dear, staring with such passionate eyes. Pathetic.'
Falling this easy? No fun.
Getting all hot and bothered 'cause you know I'm chaebol royalty?
How the hell did a guy like you land Choi Yu-ra?
'That girl probably spent her life slaying monsters—no tolerance for men.'
What fox tricks did you pull to bag her?
Won't work on me.
I'm the seducer, not the seduced.
'Next phase.'
Yoo Jun-hyuk stepped away briefly. Yoo Ha-yul seized the moment, slipping a single prepared hair into her coffee.
'First impression's gotta be bad.'
Like a delinquent from class holding an umbrella over a kitten in a rainy alley—memorable.
A girl who's all nice from the start just blends in with the rest, no spark.
Better to flash some edge first, then mix in sweet and caring—huge impact, max appeal.
'In short, guys dig bad girls!'
It worked like a charm in practice.
A regular girl pulling it off? Slim odds. But a chaebol heiress? Instant 100% success rate. Alpha female for sure.
Moments later, as Yoo Jun-hyuk returned, she raised her hand.
"Hey? You're the owner, right? Come here a sec."
"What's the issue?"
"There's a hair in my coffee."
But it flopped on Yoo Jun-hyuk.
"Yeah? Looks like yours to me."
"Huh? No, are you calling me a liar...?"
He'd already pegged her as entitled and, while away, checked the break room CCTV on her.
[Admit it honestly, apologize, and lose all interest in this cafe.]
"...right? Oh, sorry."
She bowed deeply in apology.
The onlookers—her actors—gawked in shock.
'The lady's apologizing!?'
They'd seen her play the delinquent, the hawker, the hype girl countless times to snag men. This was straight-up shocking.
"Alright, I'll head out."
"Sure. Take care."
Why come here just to bail?
Sudden change of heart?
As Yoo Ha-yul left, her actors trickled out one by one.
"Whew, dodged a bullet. Good thing I checked the CCTV."
Only Yoo Jun-hyuk sighed in relief, casually brewing more coffee.
"Totally entitled. Don't come back."
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'Something's off with the lady.'
Secretary Kim, assigned to Yoo Ha-yul, eyed her suspiciously.
"Eheheh."
Humming cheerfully while handling work—it looked normal, but felt off.
"Lady? Didn't you just say you were going after Choi Yu-ra the hunter's boyfriend?"
"Yeah? But I lost interest outta nowhere. Thinking of dropping it."
"Pardon?"
Suspicion hardened into alarm.
Secretary Kim had been with Yoo Ha-yul for eight years now.
The lady she knew was persistence and obsession incarnate.
[I want in on management right now.]
[Ha-yul, you're still in high school.]
[Age means nothing. If we're going by that, Grandma should step down and prep her coffin.]
[You, you!?]
Unsatisfied with her pampered upbringing, she'd plunged into management herself.
After bloody efforts against doubting execs and family, she'd earned respect.
From then on, if she wanted something, she'd get it by any means. If she wanted to do something, nothing stopped her.
[Craving chicken stew today. Cancel everything.]
[Want French cuisine. Prep the jet now.]
[Suddenly wanna chill on a warm southern beach. Hawaii it is.]
Even if she tired of it later, she'd grab it first—that was Yoo Ha-yul. But interest gone before even touching it?
"Secretary Kim? What's up?"
Without permission, Secretary Kim gripped Yoo Ha-yul's shoulder to do her job.
"Huh? What the—"
A warm something seeped into Yoo Ha-yul's shoulder.
Instantly, her dismissed interest in Yoo Jun-hyuk surged back.
"...Secretary Kim, what the hell?"
"Looks like you got hit with a mental skill."
Mental skills were mostly monster territory, but humans could wield them too.
Sure, holders were as rare as special traits, with weak suggestive effects—but it didn't have to be innate.
"That guy an awakener?"
"No. No awakener's reported mental skills this strong. Gotta be an artifact."
And that's why I'm your secretary—for times like this.
Yoo Ha-yul's eyes chilled at Secretary Kim's words.
"Right, artifact makes sense. Choi Yu-ra's guild is Millennium, yeah? They'd have artifacts that could trigger mental skills like this."
Wrong guess, but who could imagine?
A guy with hypnosis that let him puppeteer people at will?
"Pretty devoted of him. Mental artifacts aren't easy to carry out."
"EX-Rank Hunter? Probably could."
"You're making it sound too easy."
"You've pulled similar stunts a few times, lady. If you can, why not an EX-Rank?"
"Good point. Wait!"
Flames ignited in her cooled eyes.
"Kicking me out like that means... I just got rejected?"
"You weren't even dating or friends, so dumped, not rejected."
"Secretary Kim! Quit hanging bait!"
Not anger flames.
Yearning for the unattained.
"Heh, shot down before the game even started."
"Love how quick you bounce back, lady."
"...Secretary Kim? Prep."
Her budding desire for Yoo Jun-hyuk—to toy with him lightly.
The chaebol heiress and hotel exec opened her wallet.
"Buy up every cafe around that guy's shop. Franchises, independents—all of them!"