"A Nepotism Baby? Well, good luck."

Jo Seohui had said those words while looking at the doll-like girl before her.

Jet-black hair, porcelain skin.

And those mysterious eyes tinged with a crimson hue.

She looked like a character straight out of a fairy tale. Her appearance was so striking that it seemed obvious: they’d chosen her for her looks.

Everyone who saw her thought so. The staff, Seohui’s manager—even strangers who caught a glimpse of her.

And so, Seohui had said it: a nepotism baby.

It was a phrase that young Jo Seohui detested more than anything.

It made her feel as though opportunities were being handed to people who weren’t truly passionate about the craft she held dear.

It felt like this girl was an impurity, an intruder in the world where her mother had once made her mark.

At the time, Jo Seohui had thought she disliked her.

At least until she saw her act.

The Morning Routine

Bzzzz. Bzzzzzz!

Clack! Thud. Thunk!

The sound of her phone clattering to the floor roused Jo Seohui from her sleep. Half-lidded eyes glanced at the clock on the wall.@@novelbin@@

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