Península: Quero Ser Grande Novamente

"How could steel forged a hundred times be softened to wrap around a finger? How did I, Cha Yoon-hoo, a man of iron and steel, fall to such a low point?"

In the VIP booth of the nightclub, the handsome young man leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. He seemed deaf to the noisy chatter of the men and women behind him. Amidst the swirling smoke, the sincere and kind face of the girl next door surfaced in his mind. He suddenly found it hard to accept that he had ended up in this state, when he had done absolutely nothing wrong.

"Yoon-hoo, why the long face? I've already spoken to your boss. Your alcohol sales quota for this month has been taken care of. If you're tired, why don't you go out and get some fresh air?"

The woman behind him stretched languidly. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed the scent of his cologne mixed with tobacco, looking utterly intoxicated.

The petite woman had high-quality blonde hair. Her forehead was slightly long, giving her a cool, aloof aura. The bridge of her nose was sharp and defined, yet the tip was soft and rounded. With her elegant double eyelids and full under-eye bags, she looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

Although the subtle marks of time were still visible, she was exceptionally well-preserved for a woman in her early thirties, spending hundreds of millions of won annually on her upkeep.

"Who exactly is that childhood friend of yours? I should know every famous rookie in the entertainment industry by now. Can't you satisfy