Night had settled over Seoul, its skyline glowing like a field of stars. In the heart of the city stood the Grand King Hotel, a monument of glass and steel that stretched forty floors into the heavens.
The top floor shimmered with gold light and the hum of wealth — a world where only the rich, powerful, and cunning were allowed entry.
Outside, a line of luxury cars — Rolls-Royces, Maybachs, Bentleys, and even a limited-edition Zephyr-X hover sedan — gleamed beneath the soft lights. Chauffeurs opened doors with practiced precision as men in tailored suits and women in glittering gowns stepped out one after another.
Inside, the entire rooftop ballroom had been transformed into an opulent paradise. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars, a live orchestra played soft jazz, and glasses of expensive champagne caught the light like liquid diamonds.
The scent of imported perfume mingled with faint traces of cigar smoke and ambition. Conversations floated through the air — low, smooth, and layered with hidden meanings.
And among all that refinement and wealth… she stood at the center.
Su Yan.
The woman in the navy-blue dress.
The fabric clung perfectly to her form — an off-the-shoulder design that framed her smooth, pale skin and collarbones. The bodice hugged her slender waist, while the long, flowing skirt carried a quiet grace with every step. A subtle side slit revealed just enough of her leg to command attention without inviting it.
Her hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall, soft waves shimmering under the light. A pair of sapphire earrings caught the glow of chandeliers, perfectly matching her dress.
She was beautiful — too beautiful — but her beauty wasn't soft. It was the kind that made people stand straighter when she passed. Cold, poised, untouchable.
The small smirk on her lips didn't help. It made her look even more dangerous.
A voice rose nearby, smooth and amused.
"CEO Su is still beautiful as ever. In her early twenties looks, yet running empires. Who would believe she's already head of an international group?"
The speaker — Han Zhen, a tall man in his mid-thirties with neatly slicked hair and sharp brown eyes — approached with a wine glass in hand. His grey suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his long frame.
Before Su Yan could respond, another voice — light, teasing — joined the conversation.
"Oh, Mr. Han, didn't you hear? Miss Su Yan isn't CEO anymore."
The speaker was a young woman, elegant in a red silk gown, standing arm-in-arm with a handsome man in his late twenties. The man's posture was confident, his features sharp and slightly arrogant. His name was Su Jin, the young master of the Su Family.
Han Zhen arched a brow. "Oh? Then how should I address her now? Former CEO Su? Or perhaps…" — his lips curved faintly — "…Mrs. Lin?"
The nearby guests perked up their ears at that, subtle curiosity flickering in their eyes.
But Su Yan didn't flinch. Her gaze remained calm, her voice smooth as ice over glass.
"You may call me the Major Shareholder of AstraNova International. I find that title… suits me best."
Her tone was polite, but her eyes gleamed with faint amusement.
Su Jin's expression tightened. His smile faltered for a moment before he sneered.
"Major shareholder, huh? Don't act too proud. We both know those shares were obtained by… questionable means."
A few nearby guests exchanged glances — some entertained, others nervous.
Su Yan tilted her head slightly, her smirk deepening.
"Oh? Questionable means?"
She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor.
"Su Jin, this hall is filled with billionaires. Yet your total worth still falls short by about a hundred million. Why don't you go back downstairs? It's more fitting for your… level."
The words hit like a slap wrapped in silk.
Su Jin's jaw clenched. His face reddened, anger flashing in his eyes.
"You don't have to be so egotistical, Su Yan! I'm still the young master of the Su Family — the same family you—"
"—kicked you out of?"
Her voice cut him off sharply. She raised one finger, pointing lazily toward the exit.
"Then you should be standing beside your mother. Holding her hand. Isn't that what a good son does?"
A ripple of laughter spread among the crowd — quiet but unmistakable. Su Jin's face turned crimson, his fists trembling as he glared at her.
Han Zhen shook his head with a half-smile.
"Still the same sharp tongue, CEO Su. Some things never change."
Before Su Yan could reply, a shift rippled through the party.
A group entered from the side — their presence commanding instant attention.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in a dark navy suit, his black hair streaked with silver at the temples. His eyes carried calm authority, the kind that came from decades of standing at the top.
Beside him walked a younger man, perhaps in his early thirties, wearing a white tuxedo and a calm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
The crowd murmured quietly.
"It's Chairman Park from Genesis Conglomerate…"
"He rarely attends events himself…"
"And that must be his son, Park Joon — the one rumored to be taking over next year."
The Su Family members, including Su Jin, straightened immediately, bowing respectfully. Han Zhen also raised his glass in polite greeting.
Chairman Park's calm gaze swept the hall before landing briefly on Su Yan. A faint smile touched his lips.
"Miss Su. It's been some time."
"Chairman Park," Su Yan greeted coolly. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight."
Park Joon's smile deepened as he stepped forward.
"Miss Su, you wound us. We were just discussing AstraNova's upcoming merger. The Su Family and I have come to a… mutual understanding."
Su Yan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
"A mutual understanding, hm?"
Her tone was calm, but everyone could feel the tension of the air drop by a few degrees.
Park Joon didn't seem to mind. His voice was light, almost playful.
"If only you'd cooperate, Miss Su, we could finish this transition quietly. Your 33% share is the only piece left."
Su Yan's lips curved faintly.
"Ah, yes. The 'piece' you've been trying to take for the past six months."
Park Joon's expression froze for a heartbeat, but he quickly recovered with a smooth chuckle.
"Business can be… complicated."
But there is still some tension between his brows as he is thinking in himself, ''This Su yan is indeed not simple.
Not only she has been running this company for three years without any support. But also handle pressure fron Su family. But i really cann't understand how did she involve in martial world.
Even those fighters i have sent to force her, lost without any traces. She should have connections with powerful ones."
"Indeed." Her gaze sharpened. "Especially when people use underhanded methods — and still fail."
A faint tension spread through the hall. Guests watched silently, caught between fascination and fear.
Three forces — Su Yan, the Su Family, and Genesis Group — stood in subtle confrontation, the balance fragile and glittering like glass.
## Dear Readers,
I have use word martial world. This is just i has discribe normal people and marial artist different lives. They did not interfair in another world.
Thank You##