The penthouse air was stifling, thick with the smell of high-end cologne and the undeniable presence of him. Seo-yeon emerged into the hallway, her heart racing as she tried to walk—not run—to the elevator.
Every cell in her body was vibrating with rage, resentment… and much worse.
No sooner had the doors closed, she hit the button for the lobby with a shaking hand.
Joon-woo had orchestrated every detail. Every move, every decision, every moment of her life up to this point—it was all part of a plan by him.
The acknowledgment ran a cold shiver through her.
She pushed back against the cold steel wall, gasping.
Think, Seo-yeon. Think.
Her hand was poised over her phone. Hyun-soo's number glowed on the screen. She had to call him. Had to escape Joon-woo's grasp before he clamped it tighter.
But before she could dial, a black car stopped in front of the building.
Her gut plummeted.
The tinted window rolled down effortlessly, showing Joon-woo's face, serene as always.
