“H-Honeybee? What’s wrong—oh my god! Your phone’s broken!”

The makeup director flinched and stumbled back. Honeybee panted, trying to steady her breathing. Calm down. Calm down. Calm—calm? How was she supposed to calm down in a situation like this?

Lee Sa-young and Cha Uijae. Lee Sa-young and J. If you had to choose one, even if you died and came back to life, it would be J. Anyone who knew both of them would choose the latter. Especially people who had worked in the Hunter industry.

No, this is such a waste of J! Seriously!

A diligent hangover-soup shop owner and former hero. Versus a rude former delinquent and current unemployed Lee Sa-young. All he had was money and his face. There was no comparison to be made. From Honeybee’s perspective, Lee Sa-young was a lunatic—and a thief with no conscience.

Normally, you didn’t meddle in other people’s love lives. But this? This was impossible to tolerate. How could she just stand by and watch kind, earnest J get completely swallowed up by Lee Sa-young’s grasp?

I won’t let this go!