The next day, Hana stared at the board in Mi-Ho's private office.
Pictures. Strings. Names.
A conspiracy—one that had been chasing her since childhood.
Mi-Ho pointed to the second photo. "This man… he was your father's business partner. The one who disappeared after the funeral."
"I remember him," Hana said, her voice barely a whisper. "He brought flowers to the hospital... but he looked right through me."
"He signed fake documents to transfer your dad's assets to offshore accounts. He's in hiding. But we're close."
Her blood ran cold.
Mi-Ra stepped in. "The lawyers we hired found something else—your father's will. The real one."
Hana's eyes widened. "The real one?"
Mi-Ho nodded. "It names you as the sole heir. Everything. The company. The shares. The patents."
A storm was coming, but for once, she wasn't afraid. She was ready.