It was past midnight when Hana walked into the sleek underground war room Joon-Hyuk had built beneath the Seo estate. A digital wall glowed in front of her—live feeds, documents, bank accounts, surveillance… every piece of dirt they'd gathered on the three men who once tried to destroy her.
Baek Do-Yun.Nam Ji-Tae.Hwang Jin-Woo.
Each name pulsed red on the screen.
Mi-Ho leaned against the edge of the control table, arms folded. "Which one are we taking down first?"
Hana didn't hesitate."Nam Ji-Tae."
Nam Ji-Tae—the charming finance mogul who had smiled at her father's funeral and then tried to embezzle his entire fortune. Now he was CEO of NJ Capital, hiding behind press interviews and luxury donations.
But Hana remembered how he'd smiled when he bought her.
And she never forgot.
The plan began quietly.
They leaked one file.
A single memo with Ji-Tae's signature on a falsified deal.
Then another—an audio recording from a closed-door meeting about "laundering" political campaign donations.
And finally… a secret camera shot of him in a penthouse suite with a married congresswoman.
The media went wild.
Headlines exploded:"Finance Kingpin Accused of Fraud.""Nam Ji-Tae Caught in Scandal That Could Shake Parliament."
Hana didn't blink as she watched it unfold on TV. "He wanted fame," she murmured. "Let him have it."
Meanwhile…
Ji-Tae stormed into a private club, shouting into his phone.
"Who's leaking this crap?! Find them and bury them!"
Joon-Hyuk, sitting quietly at the bar, lifted his whiskey glass and smirked.
"Looking for a ghost?"
Ji-Tae's eyes widened. "You—"
"Just wanted to see your fall from grace up close," Joon-Hyuk said coolly. "Hana says hello."
Back at Seo Global.
Mi-Ho placed a printed article on Hana's desk.Ji-Tae had officially resigned. His assets were being frozen. Investigations launched.
"That's one," Mi-Ho said with a grin.
Hana smiled faintly. "Two more to go."