The trap was elegant.
Min-ho announced an exclusive auction gala under the Kang Conglomerate banner—a gathering for the richest, most corrupt vultures in the city.
And at the heart of it, an untraceable shell company tied to Jung Woo-sik's offshore crimes.
"We leak the fake acquisition," Hana explained, pacing the glass office."He bites. We expose him. His empire crumbles."
Min-ho nodded.
"And we bury him alive."
The plan was flawless.
Until the night of the gala.
The world's elite filled the crystal hall, masks hiding their faces, but not their intentions.
Min-ho played the charming host.Hana played the vulnerable heiress.
Woo-sik played right into their hands.
"Congratulations, cousin," Woo-sik smirked as he approached."Quite the event. Heard rumors you're laundering money through these auctions."
Min-ho tilted his glass.
"Wouldn't you love that, Woo-sik."
Woo-sik's gaze flickered to Hana, predatory.
"I might make a bid on something... priceless tonight."
Hana forced a smile."Careful. You might lose more than money."
The cameras rolled.
The press waited outside.
And when the fake deal closed, Min-ho pulled the trigger.
"Smile for the cameras, Woo-sik," Min-ho said as security swarmed."You're under investigation for fraud, embezzlement... and human trafficking."
The crowd gasped.
The police dragged Woo-sik out, screaming.
The headlines were merciless.
"Kang Heir Exposes Family's Black Sheep in Public Scandal!""Seo Hana's Stunning Comeback—From Victim to Victor."
But in the afterglow, as the guests dispersed, Min-ho's mask cracked.
"You knew he'd touch you tonight," Min-ho said darkly, his hand trembling as it hovered near her cheek.
Hana met his gaze.
"Sometimes... you have to dance with the devil to pull him into the fire."
Min-ho let out a hollow laugh.
"Careful, Hana.You're starting to sound like me."
But Hana smiled.
"No, Min-ho.I'm becoming worse."
They clinked glasses.
Their war had only just begun.