Kim Sooyoung stood quietly in Chairman Ahn’s office, the city skyline stretching behind her through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She held a slim folder in her hands, her posture straight, her expression composed. “The shipment has been delayed,” she said calmly. “There’s been movement from the rival group. If we proceed without adjustments, it could expose us.” Chairman Ahn listened intently, his face unreadable. “Handle it discreetly,” he replied. “No traces.” “Yes, sir.” Just as she turned slightly to leave, the office door swung open without a knock. “Father.” Keonho walked in casually, hands in his pockets, his expensive jacket slightly undone. He had clearly come unannounced, as usual. Chairman Ahn frowned. “Keonho, I’m busy—” Keonho stopped mid-step. He noticed her. A woman he had never seen before—standing confidently in his father’s office, dressed sharply, her presence calm yet commanding. She turned toward him, her eyes meeting his for the first time. For a brief second, the room went silent. Keonho blinked, caught off guard. Who is she? She didn’t look like an employee. She didn’t look nervous. She didn’t bow or rush away. Sooyoung, on the other hand, studied him carefully—the chairman’s youngest son. Beautiful, arrogant, and unmistakably sheltered. Chairman Ahn cleared his throat. “Keonho, go wait outside.” Keonho barely heard him. His eyes stayed on her, curiosity sparking instantly. There was something about her—her mystery, her quiet confidence, her effortless style—that pulled him in. As Sooyoung walked past him to leave, he turned slightly, watching her go. From that moment on, Ahn Keonho knew one thing for sure. He wanted to know exactly who that woman was.