A Gentle Intruder (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 67

Lee Se Ah’s face looked haggard from days without sleep.

Her kindness toward Lee Heon Tae had merely been an act; in truth, Lee Se Ah had been a tyrant in the Strategy Room. She’d wielded her power as part of the owning family without restraint, disregarding employees and sometimes even hurling verbal abuse. Now, she deeply regretted those actions.

She should have cultivated at least one ally. She’d urgently reached out to a few people now, but all she received in return was polite distancing.

Fools.

Did they really think Lee Jae Ho would stay in that position forever?

She’d dismissed the idea of gaining favor with mere underlings, but because of that, she now had absolutely no idea what was happening inside the Strategy Room. The sense of emptiness hit harder precisely because she’d never expected to be cast aside like this.

And then there was the truth that must never come to light.

Lee Se Ah had primarily handled Tae Myeong’s new business ventures and had taken kickbacks as if they were her own money, as though it were her right. It started with hundreds, then thousands—small amounts at first—but she grew bolder over time, eventually refusing anything under a hundred million won. She’d destroyed all the evidence she could, yet an uneasy dread lingered.

It seemed Lee Jae Ho was digging through even secret ledgers, and she was terrified of how much he might uncover.

Lee Jin Hyuk needed to ascend to the chairmanship as soon as possible. Lee Se Ah believed that was her only path to survival. Grandfather would never forgive her, but Father would surely show mercy. For that reason alone, she fervently rooted for him.

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Da Jung had dinner with Kyung Jun, who’d come up to Seoul after a long while.

Kyung Jun’s eyes looked as if he were worried sick about her, yet he asked her nothing. Da Jung knew he was sparing her feelings. Ever since Cha Myung Sook’s funeral, Kyung Jun hadn’t brought up a single topic that might make Da Jung uncomfortable.

Her stomach churned a little, but it was bearable. Their evening was filled only with light, cheerful conversation.

Afterward, she sent Kyung Jun home despite his offer to walk her to her apartment and walked alone through a quiet path in her complex. Pulling her coat tight against the cold wind, Da Jung thought about the man who, once again, was working late tonight.

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