The Belloni syndicate collapsed.
Belloni—destroyed by its own blood.
An empire built under a single name, forged in bloodlines and fear, was dismantled in the most silent and surgical way—by one of their own.
"Belloni is finished."
For decades, that name ruled the shadows of Europe.
After that night, no one dared to whisper it again.
A new name rose in its place.
Langley.
Northern Italy – Private Airstrip, Before Departure
Three black SUVs rolled quietly down the mist-covered dirt road to a private runway in northern Italy.
Low fog clung to the earth from the previous night's rain.
At the far end, a silver Langley jet sat refueled, awaiting departure.
George stepped out first, taking in a slow breath.
The second hand on his watch was nearing midnight.
Celeste followed, pausing briefly to glance up at the moonlit sky beyond the jet.
"…It's really over."
No one replied.
Daniel moved beside her in silence, and Jinwoo, with a playful grin, draped his jacket over her shoulders.
"So... we're going straight back to work after this? Think we can put in for vacation days?"
Noah muttered, slouching in front of the jet.
"London auditions are in three weeks. What vacation?"
Daniel replied flatly.
"God... you people are machines."
Noah sighed, nudging Jinwoo beside him.
"What about you? You going straight back too?"
"Nah."
Jinwoo grinned.
"I've got a break before my next project. Jealous?"
Celeste watched their banter from behind, then shook her head with a quiet laugh—half exasperation, half affection.
Her gaze turned toward George, who stood alone in front of the jet, as if seeing them off.
"…Dad. Will you be alright? There's still a lot to clean up."
George gave a small shake of his head.
"Don't worry about this end. I'll handle it."
His eyes were steady.
The eyes of a man who had made up his mind long ago.
"All traces are gone. Black Number will be relocated before the week's out. The name 'Belloni'... is no more. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. It was family business—my burden to erase."
Celeste paused—then nodded, softly.
"…Thank you."
There was something final in her tone.
A quiet farewell.
George stepped forward and gently brushed her hair back behind her ear.
"Go. My daughter… when did you grow up so fast."
Then, with a faint smile:
"If Marcel calls, just make something up. If he finds out you fired a gun, he'll faint on the spot."
"Heh... got it."
George approached the three men waiting by the jet.
He paused before them—three young men who had crossed oceans, faced gunfire, and shed blood for his daughter.
One by one, he embraced them.
"Thank you. All of you."
And as Celeste turned toward the silver jet, her footsteps quietly brushed away the dust, the blood, and the weight of the night behind her.
In Flight – Seoul-Bound Langley Jet
The cabin was quiet.
Each seat was laid with a white blanket and a bottle of water.
Outside the window, the last of Italy's starlight faded behind them.
George sat in the back, eyes closed in rest.
Noah typed notes into his recorder.
Jinwoo had earbuds in, dozing.
Daniel read through a folder of documents in silence.
Celeste sat by the window.
She didn't speak, but it was clear—she was still awake.
After the captain's voice calmly announced stable cruising altitude, she closed her eyes at last.
And whispered, almost too soft to hear—
"…It's over. Let's go home—to where we belong."
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[EXCLUSIVE] Langley Group CEO Celeste Langley Confirms Relationship with Actor Jinwoo Joo
"We're seeing each other seriously."
[BREAKING] Celeste × Jinwoo Romance Confirmed — Agency Responds: "They're a source of strength to one another."
[INTERNATIONAL BUZZ] 'She's the Queen.' Global Fashion Circles React to Celeste Langley Revelation.