The tarmac declaration was a masterstroke, but it was a battlefield move. The war room atmosphere returned to the penthouse, now charged with a new, more personal fury. The violation of Haeteul had crossed a line. This wasn't about business or perception anymore; it was about the sanctity of their lives.
Sang-cheol, their attorney, arrived looking grimly satisfied. "The photographer was freelance, hired through three shell corporations. The trail is muddy, but the payment originated from a media fund controlled by a holding company linked to... former Director Park."
The name landed like a stone in the quiet room. Park. The old guard's figurehead, nursing his grudge from the shadows.
