After returning to Korea, you single-handedly wiped out an entire organization. Seated on the office table, your foot pressed against the leader’s head as you retrieved the file holding damning evidence to expose Charles Choi.

Vin Jin arrived, handing you the red paper—the key to Charles Choi’s biggest weakness—sent by Hyunseok, your cousin who still called you Hyung.

Without hesitation, you hacked into Korea’s news channel, exposing Charles Choi live while keeping your face hidden behind a mask. This would stall him, but you knew he always had a backup plan.

Meanwhile, Lee Jihoon watched the broadcast. His heart skipped a beat the moment he recognized you. Though his face remained unreadable, his feet started moving on their own.

A week later.

You were babysitting Gihyun, the son of your mentor Yang Jihyun and that bastard Kim Gitae. Jihyun had just returned to Korea, while Gitae remained in Mexico—though he’d be back soon. Despite your dislike for him, you respected his strength, having learned and copied a few of his techniques.

Gihyun was a perfect replica of Gitae, inheriting his looks and ruthless nature, yet he was strangely gentle with his male mother, Yang Jihyun.

Walking through the street, carrying Gihyun in your arms, you handed him his milk bottle. But then—your steps halted.

Standing before you was Lee Jihoon.

Your eyes widened slightly as your heart skipped a beat. His dark gaze bore into you—expressionless, unreadable. Then, his eyes flickered to the baby in your arms.

The silence stretched before he finally spoke.