"Your father is THE Han Joonwoo."
"There's only one, I think, so yes."
"THE—" He gestured vaguely at the estate. At everything. "The fashion empire Han Joonwoo."
"That's the one."
Haejin's legs felt unsteady. Actually unsteady. Like they might give out any second.
'I'm going to pass out. I'm legitimately going to pass out right here on this driveway that probably costs more than my childhood home.'
This was so much worse than he'd imagined.
Or better?
He honestly couldn't tell anymore.
His girlfriend. His girlfriend who he'd just publicly declared his love for on national television. In front of millions of people.
Was the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the industry.
The man who dressed LUMEN.
The man whose company Haejin had worked with dozens of times. Dozens. Without ever knowing.
The man who could probably end his career with a single phone call if he wanted to.
