CHAPTER 14: Behind Closed Doors

The moment the meeting ended, Min-ho stood.

"Seo Hana. My office. Now."

The room held its breath.Hana didn't flinch.

She followed him in silence down the executive corridor.The doors shut behind them like a vault.

Silence.Thick. Electric.

Min-ho leaned against his desk, arms crossed, face cold and unreadable.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"His voice was calm, but there was fire underneath.

"Doing what you refuse to do," Hana shot back, standing her ground."Cleaning house."

Min-ho's lips twitched."That's not your job."

"It is now," she snapped."As your wife. As the Seo heiress. As a shareholder."

She walked closer, unafraid.

"You wanted a puppet wife? Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Kang. I'm not made of porcelain."

Min-ho's gaze darkened.He leaned in, their faces inches apart.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Hana."

"So are you," she whispered back, her breath brushing his skin."Let's see who wins."

Their gazes locked.Neither backed down.

In that moment, the air between them burned—not with hatred, but something far more dangerous.

Tension.Chemistry.Unspoken hunger.

Min-ho straightened, breaking the moment.

"Do as you please, Seo Hana. But remember—this is still my empire."

"For now," she murmured, walking out without looking back.

Min-ho stared after her, jaw clenched.

For the first time, Kang Min-ho felt the unsettling realization...He might have met his match.