"I'm going after the thing he values most."
She ended the call.
For a moment she just stood there, letting the city's noise fill the silence in her head.
Then she did what Park Hyun Woo didn't expect:
She didn't go home.
She didn't go to Mo Han.
She went to war.
Ji Eun raised her hand and flagged down the first black taxi that passed.
When the driver rolled down the window, she leaned in, gaze sharp enough to cut glass.
"Take me to the Song family's legal office."
The driver blinked at her elegant dress, her composed face, the faint storm behind her eyes. "At this hour?"
Ji Eun smiled.
"At this hour," she repeated, "I make decisions people regret."