As much as Jinho Lee didn’t trust women, he kept her close because of her relations with the Yakuza.

Jinho observed as his business partner climbed into the passenger seat of his Bentley. He quickly got in as well, starting the engine almost immediately.

He was ready to leave that dirty, abandoned, factory where they had made a deal with some mobsters ten minutes ago.

“Did you count it?” he asked and swiftly glanced at the duffle bag in her lap. Jinho carefully drove through the gate.