The Han family estate sat in Pyeongchang-dong.
One of Seoul's most exclusive neighborhoods. Tucked into the mountains north of the city.
Old money lived here. Quiet wealth. Privacy.
The kind of place where your nearest neighbor was half a kilometer away and nobody asked questions.
White marble steps led to a front door that cost more than most luxury cars. Gardens manicured to perfection. Security gates that looked decorative but were military-grade.
Inside, everything screamed taste and restraint.
Marble countertops. Floor-to-ceiling windows with views of Seoul's glittering skyline. More imported wine than two people could drink in a lifetime.
Han Joonwoo arrived home around 11 PM.
Exhausted wasn't the right word. Drained maybe.
A month managing fashion shows across Europe for HAN MYSTÈRE.
Paris. Milan. London. Back to Paris again.
