Madam Seo summoned her to the family archive—a cold, locked room in the west wing.
"I kept your father's last file here. The one he never had time to destroy."
Inside was a safe. The code? Her birth date.
Click.
Stacks of photos. Bank records. A notebook. And one name underlined again and again:
Jin Tae-Wook.
Her hands curled into fists. That was the man who bought her.
That was the man at the gala. Pretending.
"Why now?" she murmured.
Madam Seo touched her shoulder. "Because he knows you're not running anymore."