No, this wasn't just bad luck or a coincidence. This was a deliberate, well-orchestrated attack. Someone was targeting her, and they were playing a dangerous game.
Jiho took a deep breath, leaning forward as she stared at the phone again. She needed to get to the bottom of this—fast. Time wasn't on her side, and whoever was behind this was counting on her to be too slow, too overwhelmed, to react in time. But Jiho wasn't about to let that happen.
If there was one thing she had learned over the years, it was that survival in this industry didn't come from being passive. It came from being ruthless, from being two steps ahead of everyone else. And if someone thought they could come after her company, after her idols, they were about to find out just how dangerous Jiho could be when cornered.
Her eyes darkened with resolve. This wasn't just about business anymore. It was personal.
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Knock knock