The sleek black sedan, a symbol of the corporate power he now wielded as a weapon, cut through the rain-slicked streets of Seoul. Min Jae sat in the back, his body thrumming with a volatile cocktail of fury and elation. The confrontation had been a necessary detonation, shattering the gilded cage. Now, the real work began.
His phone buzzed, not with a text, but with a call from an encrypted line. Kang Dae.
"Sir," Kang's voice was clipped, professional. "The preliminary dig on Park Do Hyun is... interesting. He's clean. Too clean. But there's a financial anomaly. A series of substantial, discreet payments over the last four years, funneled through a shell corporation in Singapore. The beneficiary is a private medical facility in Switzerland, the Steinberg Clinic. Specializing in long-term, discreet convalescent care."
Min Jae's blood ran cold. "A patient?"
