"It's fine. What can I do for you?"
The formality hung between them. Professional. Cold.
"I wanted to inform you of something. Professionally. And personally."
Ethan waited.
"I received materials from Jiwon. Weeks ago. Files. Videos. Audio recordings. Everything she claimed to have."
Ethan's blood ran cold. "We've been through this. If you publish—"
"I destroyed them."
Silence.
"What?"
"All of it. Deleted. Scrubbed. Gone." Park Minho's voice was firm. Clear.
Ethan couldn't speak for a moment. "Why?"
"Because after watching the trial, after hearing the verdict, I realized what she was. A manipulator. A liar. Someone who twisted the truth to serve her agenda."
"But you spent weeks verifying—"
