Madam Yoon swept into Chairman Lee's study, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Her expression was calm, but her eyes gleamed with calculated sharpness.
"Chairman Lee," she began, voice smooth yet venomous, "it appears your grandson isn't as capable as we all thought. This battery crisis—shipping defective units—is proof. Your trust in him, in this so-called maturity through marriage, seems… misplaced."
Chairman Lee didn't lift his gaze from his papers. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk. "I hear you, Madam Yoon," he said evenly. "But I don't need advice on how to judge my grandson."
She leaned closer, voice lower, almost taunting. "The media is swarming. The board is whispering. This situation is embarrassing, and it's only going to get worse."
Chairman Lee finally looked at her, expression firm. "I am aware. I am considering carefully how to support Joon-hyuk and the company. He may be young, but he is capable. I will intervene only if necessary."
