For the first time, Hana saw her enemy falter. At a press conference meant to discredit her, an unexpected witness emerged—one of his own men, turning against him.
Sweat trickled down his brow as evidence mounted. His empire fractured not from Hana's hand, but from rot within.
Mi-Ho leaned close, whispering so only she could hear. "He's falling apart. Keep the pressure."
Hana steadied herself. This wasn't just revenge anymore. This was justice.
And justice had no mercy.