Near a certain seaside in Busan.
Woo Naseam let out a sigh.
Every time I come, I can’t get used to this mansion……
Is this Korea’s California? What is this—L.A.?
A palatial estate that would only make sense on the vast American continent sat planted on the cramped ground of Busan on the Korean peninsula.
No matter when she saw it, it was hard to look at.
If passersby pointed and called them nouveau riche, she could hardly argue.
Except the owners of this place were a bit too terrifying for that.
Woo Naseam sighed and straightened her clothes.
“Oh my. You’re here?”
“Have you been in robust health, Grand Madam!”
“The greeting’s a bit much, dear.”
“My apologies!”
The middle-aged beauty hugging a Papillon burst into tinkling laughter. It was a girl’s smile.
But don’t be fooled.
A living legend—born a cherished daughter of a proper gangster family, and in her generation, she’d expanded the family fortunes to the point…