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"Look behind you and you'll know what I mean." She felt a chuckle escape her as Daehan swiveled around to look at the man approaching them. Daehan turned back quickly, his eyes conflicted.
"Isn't that Mr. Jeon Jungkook?" he whispered conspiratorially.
"Indeed, he is." She paused in time. Jungkook had already reached the table. He flicked his wrist and an employee scrambled forward to place a chair beside Daehan. "What brings you here?" she asked, a hint of hostility in her voice.
"You probably haven't checked the list this morning. You made more money than me yesterday. As per our agreement, you are supposed to have a meal with me when you do. Hence, you are bound to me." His explanation seemed fair, but Lisa pulled out her phone just in case and reloaded the page.
She scrolled down and smiled.
Indeed, she made more money than him. "You made 348 million dollars yesterday. A little short of my 351 million yesterday. Good," she turned her phone downwards and let him sit beside her. "A deal is a deal."
"I had to work really hard to make you earn more," Jungkook replied cockily.
"Well, if you're so bothered about earning less than me, why didn't you do it earlier, huh?" Challenge accepted. "And you..." she turned to Daehan. "How much did you earn yesterday?"
She held in the mocking smile.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I told you about the brilliant men I see every day. I told you the income of one of them. How do you fair against them?" She stared at him unblinkingly.
"I..."
Jungkook interjected. "As a director in your father's company, you earned a couple of thousand dollars yesterday."
Lisa leaned back and let the boys do the talking. If Jungkook was doing her work for her, she wouldn't jump to join in.
"You have a tendency to blow away your money, so I bet you aren't left with much." He let out an amused breath.
"The depth of emotion in a relationship is not measured by the amount of money either partner has. It is decided by their support for one another," Daehan countered. His true personality, rigidness, and fighting spirit were rearing their head.
"Good point," Lisa said before Jungkook could say anything. He gave her an exasperated look.
'Can't you see I am fighting on your side? Why did you defend him?' his eyes asked.
"But two people can only support one another when they start from the same point. If I marry someone, I expect them to understand why I am not home all the time, why I drink with my business associates, and why my mood is foul. I expect them to help me solve problems when I am at a dead end. You have none of those qualities. You are incapable of understanding my situation because you have never worked hard for what you got. You are incapable of understanding me because your family frowns upon women in business. You are incapable of helping me because you will never be able to solve my problems." Now this attack was fatal.
"But people from different classes marry and have healthy relationships. As long as I support you, and comfort you... you will feel better." The tone was coaxing and somewhat disgusting for both Lisa and Jungkook to listen to. Daehan spoke to her like an old lover who was coaxing his lover to make them less angry.
"Comfort me? If I lose all my money, will your comfort make me feel any better?" she challenged. "I am not a woman who wants to be subjugated by a man, but I also don't want to be the dominant one in the relationship. We should be on equal footing. If you can't help me further my career and goals, what use are you to me?" She scoffed.