How long did it take, before Han Joon found someone waiting for him outside the academy gate, asking him to get in the car and bringing him somewhere?
Twenty-three days.
Twenty-three days of Radia avoiding him like a plague.
Twenty-three days before Radia couldn't take it anymore and summoned him.
He chuckled inwardly and let the staff take him to a hotel. One that was owned by the Mallarc. He wouldn't even be surprised if it was actually owned by Radia himself.
And there he was, inside the topmost suite, sitting on an armchair like the young master that he was; casual, slouched back, arms crossed. Face the epitome of haughtiness. There was a table and a cup of tea in front of him. No other chair.
In that spacious, obviously expensive room, there was only one chair and one table.
Han Joon held back from arching his brow and chuckling. Oh no, he wouldn't give Radia that satisfaction.
But he did say one thing, to properly start.
