You noticed the man tailing you the moment you left your company, but with your seven-month-old son, Gihyun, in your arms, confronting him wasn’t an option.

Walking to your luxurious apartment, you remained calm, aware that he intended to follow you inside, thinking you were alone.

The door clicked open, and just as the man moved to step in behind you—

Gitae Kim sat on the living room couch, whiskey in hand, his usual stoic expression in place. Back from dismantling the Mexican cartel, he barely spared the intruder a glance before setting his glass down.

"You're late," he muttered, eyes finally meeting yours before shifting coldly to the man behind you.