Chapter 257.1

Chapter 257.1

Even so, Lee Wooshin stared at the monitor without blinking an eye. He even set a timeline with the intent to review it later, muttering scathingly almost by the second. It was dedication of the highest order.

“Wasn’t that bastard’s hand gesture just now fucking annoying? It’s not like he’s calling a dog, who does he think he is, beckoning a subordinate like that with a flick of his fingers?”

“….”

“Now he’s even interfering with Seoryeong’s clothes? Why is he trying to make her wear a skirt when pants suit her so well?”

“….”

“Channa, you remember this clearly too. Guys who look perfectly fine on the outside, but you never know what they’re thinking in the back of their minds. The faces of con artists like that are all the same. Look, look at that bastard’s exposed forehead. Not a single devious thought. Definitely a tiring personality.”

“But his appearance is quite decent…”

When Channa voiced her honest opinion, his gaze swung to meet hers with a “What?”. The muscles in his neck, twisted nearly 90 degrees, were taut to a frightening degree.

Lee Wooshin’s face scrunched up as if he had heard the world’s most horrible and absurd statement. His pitch-black pupils, which seemed ready to burn Channa alive, even flickered with a hint of betrayal.

Startled, Channa was about to launch a verbal assault– ‘Stop eating sour grapes! No matter what, this is an operation backed by the youngest NIS director! Isn’t this Seoryeong unnie’s big break now? Men’s jealousy is truly ugly, so ugly!’—but she softened her irritation upon seeing the boss’s haggard complexion.

Sigh… Just go home and wash up already… Channa gazed at the boss, who was leaning forward like a turtle to zoom in on the footage, with pity.

Marriage is a dangerous thing… Watching one person go back and forth like this… It really isn’t easy…

She decided she at least needed to stay sane. Channa handed over a tablet and spoke.

“Boss, I’ll handle the monitoring myself, so please finish up on this! Isn’t the exit strategy still not ready?! The company is severely short on helicopter, transport plane, and charter jet pilots!”

“….”

Lee Wooshin’s gaze shifted to a different monitor.

“Are you listening to me?! I said the escape route is still incomplete…! The Embraer Phenom 300E charter jet is ready, but we’re short a pilot! For emergency evacuation, we currently only have two helicopter pilots, and we have zero pilots for the Turkey route. How are we supposed to—”

“She doesn’t seem to be thinking anything special.”

“Huh? What doesn’t…”

“What do you mean what? I’m talking about Seoryeong. Look there, her steady heart rate. That neat line is almost art.”

“….”

“It’s practically at the level of looking at a stone. Air, or a tree, or furniture, something like that.”

“….”

“Honestly. Whose wife is she anyway? Who raised her to be this proper?”

Lee Wooshin shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly. A vein throbbed on Channa’s forehead.

“Hey, listen to me! We have no pilots to dispatch right now!”

Even as she shouted, he was already in a trance. His eyes, gleaming with excitement, were fixed on the central screen where the Owl’s vital signs streamed continuously.

Heart rate 72, body temperature 36.5°C, blood pressure 120/80. All readings were normal. He was utterly mesmerized by the graphs.

Just then, the Director husband held out a few outfits to the Owl, and the distance between the two closed to about a hand’s span. Yet, the heart rate remained normal. It was the absolute signal from her ring, one that couldn’t possibly have any error.

Lee Wooshin ran his tongue over his lower lip and raised the corners of his mouth. Only then did he relax, sinking back into his chair. He tapped the armrests arrogantly, his satisfied face looking languid.

“Right. A face like that means nothing to you, huh? Why are Han Seoryeong’s standards so high? Who raised her to be like that?”

Lee Wooshin pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and swallowed. His gaze as he looked at the numerical signals was filled with profound affection. He seemed to be in a world of his own.

Channa suddenly felt sick and gulped down some soda.

Even in the midst of this, Lee Wooshin stroked his gaunt jawline and studied the Owl’s stress index and heart rate variability as if licking them.

When the graph spiked slightly, his eyebrows rose with it; when it dipped, he furrowed his brow. What a bizarre pervert.

“But, why is he opening a water bottle for a fellow agent? No need to put on airs even inside the house. Tsk, such a transparent bastard.”

“….”

“Fine then, at least feed her properly. What does he think he’s going to get out of her, serving such shabby food?”

“….”

“Look at that wilted salad. Good grief… How incompetent must a Director be that he can’t even secure a proper budget, feeding another man’s wife just grass. Hey you bastard, at least heat up some soup. How clueless about field operations do you have to be to take my woman to a cold country and not even boil a pot of soup?”

“….”

Channa, in a half-given-up state, found her headset and put it on, setting the noise cancellation so she wouldn’t hear her employer’s pitiful voice.