Jihwan stood to leave the coffee shop, holding his cup, when he accidentally bumped into a man entering. Hot coffee splashed across the man's expensive suit.

The man froze, his expression darkening. “You’ve ruined my suit.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jihwan quickly apologized. “Let me clean that up.”

The man studied him for a moment, then smirked. “It’s not the suit. It’s what happens next.”

Jihwan’s heart raced, but he kept his cool. “We can figure this out.”

The man stepped back, his gaze cold. “Maybe we will, lawyer.”

He turned and walked in, leaving Jihwan standing there, realizing this wasn’t just an accident—it was a warning.