Chapter 8 – Summer, 9 Years Ago (4)
Jang Eun-a? Who is Jang Eun-a?
Could it be that Jang Eun-a?
"If this is Jang Eun-a of Eunseong Group…"
"Yes, that is correct. I am the widow of Chairman Seo who died yesterday."
"Oh, I apologize for not recognizing you!"
The chief prosecutor stopped walking and adjusted his cellphone.
Jang Eun-a. An actress who was considered one of the the most beautiful women in Korea in the 1980s.
Ten years ago she shocked the world when at the age of thirty-nine she married Seo Geon-u, who was sixty years old.
It was her first marriage, and for Chairman Seo his third.
What was even more surprising was that after three years she became pregnant and gave birth!
It was also reported that Chairman Seo cherished his youngest son.
The child was now seven years old. He had also already inherited more than ten billion shares.
"I'm deeply sorry for your loss. On behalf of the prosecution, I promise to conduct a thorough investigation."
"Thank you. I wanted to call because I imagine the investigation must be a lot of trouble for you."
Even though he couldn't see her face, he found her voice very alluring.
Roses were still called roses even after they withered.
On the times he saw her on TV as the wife of the chairman, she still overflowed with charm and elegant appeal.
"Thank you for your concern, ma'am."
He made bow to Eun-a across the phone without realizing it, then caught himself and quickly straightened up in embarrassment.
"Please, ma'am. Anything you like. I will do all that I can to help."
"The investigation has just begun and I must be cautious, but…there's something I have to say."
The chief prosecutor's ears pricked to attention.
As the president's wife she would be an invaluable resource for inside information about the company and the family.
Eun-a would talk to him first!
"Are you talking about the case?"
"You can say so."
The chief prosecutor swallowed.
"When will the autopsy results be released?"
"The preliminary report should be out just about now. We'll get the results soon."
"Contact me again when you receive the results."
The chief prosecutor hung up the call and stood in the hallway for a long time.
The image of Eun-a, as he had seen her on television, came to mind.
The wife of one of the richest men in the world, now alone.
Could she possibly take over Eunseong Group?
The chief prosecutor shivered after that terrible thought.
The long autopsy was finally over.
The sounds of the cutting of flesh by medical instruments had been unbearable to listen to.
When the examination was completed, Jiyeon's legs were shaking.
Everyone was looking at the forensic doctor.
The forensic doctor looked back and talked to the two other doctors who had performed the autopsy with him.
"I need to consult with the doctors. May the family members and investigators please be excused?"
Did something unusual happen?
Jiyeon was burning with curiosity, but she was forced to step out of the examination room with the others.
Prosecutor Hyeun Ganghun tapped her on the shoulder.
"That was tough. I've never been through such a long autopsy before."
"Even you as a superior had a hard time."
"If the forensic doctor needs to consult the other doctors, perhaps something strange has been revealed?"
"My hands are sweating."
Jiyeon excused herself to go to the restroom and headed her way there.
She was about to turn a corner when she saw Minho going to the restroom as well.
He was a troublesome opponent, but she couldn't pass up this chance.
She lowered her voice and softly called out to him.
"President Seo Minho."
Minho, who had walked past her, turned his heel to her direction.
"What did you mean earlier? You said you knew me, and that we knew each other for over a year."
"Yes. That's right."
"No matter how hard I try, I can't remember it."
The gentle smile on Minho's face slipped away.
As they stood face-to-face Jiyeon felt worse.
His expression was both intense and fragile.
She felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her heart.
An ordinary women wouldn’t have been able to make eye contact with his charisma, but Jiyeon was different.
She had dealt with criminals, murderers, gangsters, and all manner of terrible people.
She looked directly into Minho's eyes as if to interrogate him.
His red lips opened and the secret came out.
"One summer nine years ago."