Every morning brought another headline.Every night brought another threat.
But Hana didn't flinch. She sat in Mi-Ho's office, flipping through documents like a general reviewing troop positions.
"Tomorrow, we release the offshore accounts," she said.
Mi-Ho leaned back. "Once that happens, he'll be a cornered animal."
"That's when he's most dangerous," she replied, eyes cold. "Which is why we won't give him time to breathe."
So-Yeon entered with her phone in hand. "Hana… you need to see this."
A video was already playing—grainy footage of Hana outside the orphanage years ago, bruised, barefoot, her clothes torn. The voiceover was dripping with scandal: 'The future wife of Cha Mi-Ho's heir… is this her real face?'
Hana's grip tightened. "He's not just attacking my name. He's trying to strip away my voice."
Mi-Ho reached for her hand. "Then let's make sure yours is the loudest in the room."