Chapter 7

Even if Kim Hyeseong pulled in a decent amount of cash working the shadows, calling her a chaebol, one of Korea’s ultra-rich elite, was a stretch. “…Guiding peddlers. Figures.” The corner of the man’s mouth curled into a strange smirk. He looked amused, but also faintly irritated, like something had rubbed him the wrong way. Hangyeom didn’t care for the sneer, but he deliberately let it slide. Espers who looked down on guiding peddlers were a dime a dozen, and running into people who wore that attitude out in the open came with the territory. Reacting to every last one of them was a waste of energy he couldn’t afford.