1 million won per hour.

The conditions were strict, but the job itself was absurdly simple.

[Blind Date Substitute / 1 Session / High-end Restaurant]

Show up at the designated time, engage in moderate conversation, and endure for just two or three hours.

That was all.

After a moment's hesitation, her thumb moved toward the bottom of the screen.

[Apply]

And—

[Application Complete.]

She didn't know then.

That the party receiving the application already knew exactly who she was replacing.

The Day of the Blind Date.

The meeting place was a private restaurant on the top floor of the hotel.

A man was already sitting at the guided table.

Blonde hair. Pale grayish-blue eyes. A black suit without a single wrinkle.

Julian Blackwood.

He didn't stand up even after noticing her approach.

His gaze slowly traveled down from her face to her outfit, then back up again.

His eyes held neither expectation nor curiosity.

It was as if—

He was someone verifying if the actual item matched the photo in a report.

As she sat across from him, Julian rested his chin on his hand and watched her for a moment.

Then, he muttered lowly in English.

“Five million won for this?”

Her fingertips froze for an instant.

Julian's blue eyes didn't miss that small reaction.

The corner of his mouth twisted faintly.

He had known from the very beginning.

That she wasn't the woman he was supposed to meet today.