"G-Grandpa Jeon?!"
WHY. IS. HE. HERE?
To eat my soul?
To pluck out my organs with chopsticks?
To sell them on the dark web for black money and use the earnings to buy premium dog food for Bam?!
He turned.
In my direction.
Like a villain in episode 97 of a revenge drama who just discovered the true heir to the fortune is me.
His hawk-like eyes locked onto me like I was a criminal who just stole a sacred heirloom from the Jeon dynasty vault.
Survival mode activated.
I did the only rational thing a grown woman with a stable job and a half-decent sense of survival would do.
I dove behind a pot plant like a soldier avoiding sniper fire in a war movie.
Unfortunately, the plant was about as wide as a diet celery stick.
Deja vu.
I'd been here before.
Behind a plant.
Hiding from a Jeon.
This is my life now.
And just like last time… my luck is allergic to me.