Kang Dae-shik's fingers trembled slightly as he held his lawyer's phone to his ear. The interrogation room felt colder now—too bright, too white, the fluorescent lights humming with a clinical detachment that made sweat crawl down his back. The detective had stepped out to give them space, leaving only him and his lawyer.
Moments ago, he had been smirking like he owned the building—shielded by the presence of legal counsel, confident that LJ Group wouldn't dare crush him too hard. After all, someone higher up had promised protection.
But then Min-jae walked in.
Not Joon-hyuk.
Min-jae.
And with him came the one threat he hadn't expected: being left to pay for everything alone.
The damages.
The sabotage.
The entire mess.
The detective confirmed it.
His lawyer had gone silent.
His confidence had evaporated.
Now, the phone rang twice—three times—before a calm, measured voice answered.
"Yes?"
Even that one syllable made his spine stiffen.
