Ji-Tae, one of the three men who orchestrated Hana's downfall, stood to challenge her. "This is a farce! That document could be fake—"
"It's been authenticated by three independent legal bodies," Mi-Ra interrupted coldly. "Would you like to accuse them of conspiracy too?"
Ji-Tae's mouth snapped shut.
The judge slammed his gavel. "Order!"
Screens lit up across the courtroom as Mi-Ho presented digital copies of financial records, proving years of misappropriation and backdoor dealings—every betrayal, every penny traced back to the three men.
Hana remained composed. Her silence was no longer weakness; it was strategy.
"The company was never yours," she said. "You only held it hostage. Today, it returns to its rightful heir."
The judge leaned forward. "Judgment will be rendered tomorrow. But given the evidence, I see no reason to delay what's inevitable."