The Third-Gen Chaebol Becomes a Genius Actor

Chapter 4.2

Translator's Note: DISCLAIMER! – Please beware that this chapter contains a sensitive topic [suicide]

When Yoo Yeon Seo made the sarcastic remark, the manager's face turned red with anger. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

[Listen carefully. You might think that you get cast in lead roles and will never run out of work because of your talent, but that's not the case. Don't be mistaken.]

[What?]

[Your mother, Vice Chairman Choi, and your grandfather, Chairman Yoo! Don't you know that when you get a little bit of work, they invest and give sponsorships to support you? People realize this and cast you because of it. Do you understand now?]

Yoon Seo seemed to not to get it. Why would mum do that? And grandfather was even less likely to do something like that.

During family gatherings, he had no choice but to face the old man and was always scolded to give up on being an actor. Yeon Seo would always retort back fiercely, that's why the family gatherings always turned into a fight between Yoon Seo and Chairman Yoo Chang Ho.

And Yoo Yeon Seo was a person who had always thought that the reason he was getting a steady stream of roles was because of his talent and ability. So he thought that the manager was just making things up to belittle him.

[Even with that amount of investment, you are still being overshadowed by the supporting cast.]

[Damn it!]

[Don't look down on people when you don't even have the talent. Live like the other third-gen chaebols, drinking and sleeping around. Don't act like you can be a successful actor when you can't.]

[Hey! This car, it's our company's car!]

[I'll return it myself, so just worry about yourself!]

The manager shook off Yeon Seo's hand and closed the door, hurriedly driving off. As if words weren't enough, he rolled down the driver's window to give Yeon Seo, the middle finger.

[What the hell?!]

Yoo Yeon Seo, who was left behind, let out a furious sigh as he angrily tapped on his phone.

[Hi, President Han. Can you come and pick me up?]

(Could it be that you guys quarrelled again?)

[Didn't that guy just abandon me on the side of the road and drove away? Can't President Han find someone more reliable?]

(That's because you keep causing trouble… Forget it, let's not talk about it.) CEO Han Jun Oh sighed.

Yoo Yeon Seo continued to glare in the direction the manager had disappeared to.

[How dare he ignore me?]

(It's not ignoring if it's you causing a scene! How many times has this happened now? A whopping twelve times! You have to have a limit on how many people you drive away!)

[Alright, fine! When will you be coming to pick me up?]

(Ha… Where are you? I'll send Manager Park, so please don't cause any more trouble and just stay put.)

The memory fragment ended there. Yoon Seo was in a black field of vision for a few seconds before moving on to another memory.

[Hey, Yoon Seo!]

A woman shouted loudly from the end of the hallway. Yoo Yeon Seo, who was about to return to the car after finishing his schedule, turned around towards the voice.

[Who are you?]

[My name is Jeong Da Hee, I am a scriptwriter.]

The woman who introduced herself as Jeong Da Hee was holding a script in her arms.

[Jeong Da Hee? It's a name I haven't heard of, but which work have you done?]

[Th, that would be…]

She was indeed a scriptwriter. She had won various awards and received many offers to be an assistant writer for other well-known writers, but she had not yet had any of her own works produced, so she was technically still a newcomer.

When Jeong Da Hee hesitated, Yeon Seo noticed right away and sighed.

[Alright, let's hear your proposal.]

[C-Could you take a look at this script?]

Jeong Da Hee nervously offered the script to Yeon Seo. He started to get annoyed.

[Geez… Why are there so many people like this nowadays?]

Jeong Da Hee flinched. In fact, she had heard through the rumour mill that as long as Yeon Seo was involved, everything from production to broadcasting would go smoothly. So, with a sense of desperation, she sought him out.

[Would you like to add a synopsis or another line at this time? The script is essentially done.]

However, Yeon Seo, who was fed up with this request, went on his way without even paying attention to the script. Jeong Da Hee, who was left behind, cried.

And again, his vision went dark.

The memory seemed unusually low quality as if it were a memory from childhood. Outside, the pink cherry blossoms fluttered and the spring breeze coming in through the open door was pleasant.

He walked with a pounding heart, his footsteps echoing. Upon entering the room at the end of the hallway to call for someone, the young Yeon Seo let out a deafening scream.

[Ahhh!]

As if white noise had been added, his vision began to flicker and Yoo Yeon Seo slammed the door and locked it in his agitated state.

[What's going on? Hey! Yeon Seo!]

A hoarse voice called to him from the other side of the closed door. It was his older brother, Eun Ho. He had run over at the sound of Yeon Seo's scream, but the locked door did not budge.

[Yeon Seo! Open the door!]

The white curtains swayed with the spring breeze. No, it wasn't the curtain.

[Hey! Yeon Seo!]

[Young master? What's going on?]

[Auntie, please give me the key to the door!]

Someone's legs appeared in mid-air, firmly between the skirt that had been mistaken for curtains.

Yoo Yeon Seo slowly raised his head. Again, his field of vision began to tilt. Maybe he couldn't fully remember the memory because he had received a major shock.

[Yeon Seo, Auntie has gone to get the key, so open the door before I have to force it open.]

[Don't open it!]

[What?]

Yoo Yeon Seo cried. Yoo Eun Ho heard sobs beyond the door and pounded on the door.

[Don't look!]

[What shouldn't I look at? Hey!]

Yoo Yeon Seo panted heavily whilst looking at the person in mid-air. The lifeless eyes that could be seen through his flickering vision…

[Hu-eo, e-… e-…]

The panicked Yoo Yeon Seo, gasped for air as tears rolled down his cheeks. After a while of stuttering, he opened his mouth.

[······Mom.]

"Heo-euk…!"

<Danger to the body detected, deactivating memory synchronization. Synchronization rate 0.72%>

His head felt hot and dizzy as if it was on fire. Mom? What are you talking about? Then who was Vice Chairman Choi that the manager mentioned?

‘What the hell is this…'

Just as one problem was solved, another problem reared its head. However, he didn't even have time to think about it in detail, before he once again coughed up blood and fainted.

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