Say it’s a lie.

“Please…”

Choked by sobbing, she wailed like a child.

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Since formalizing Kwon Giju’s death, the atmosphere within KIS was like a sheet of ice.

Those who had worked closely with him were slow to accept it, suspecting that something was being hidden by the higher-ups.

Especially Oh Geun-seok and Lee Kwang-il had watched the video dozens of times. It was valuable data left by Kwon Giju and evidence that he had died.

Click, clack!

Not entering his house for the third day, Kwang-il sat alone in the dark office, playing the video once again.

Even in urgent situations, Kwon Giju, who calmly injected nerve gas into the ventilation duct and infiltrated, was undoubtedly composed and daring.
Stepping on the fallen guys at the entrance and reaching the target, Kwon Giju confirmed the injuries of the agent who was held hostage and the agent who went to rescue him first, then took charge of the backup.

Suddenly, the screen, facing the ceiling, emitted a low groan, and Kwon Giju, who seemed to have taken off his vest, was thrown far away, making the screen spin.

And.

Boom! Crash!

As the flames spread rapidly, the video stopped playing with a tremendous roar.

“Ha.”

Kwang-il sighed softly and rested his face on his hands.

The scene had exploded to the point of being unrecognizable, burning down. Normally, even the camera memory that could withstand extreme heat would have disappeared, but Kwon Giju had thrown away his vest just before the explosion, barely surviving. Retrieving the scene from the hands of the riot police who damaged it by repeatedly identifying and burning that spot was also a challenging task.

“Damn it.”

Leaning back on the chair’s backrest, Kwang-il raised his head, cursing.

Can they erase the last appearance he struggled to leave behind like this?

Scratching his head with difficulty and exhaling a sigh, a blunt voice came from behind.

“Go home. It’s an order.”

Oh Geun-seok, the section chief, looked at Kwang-il while watching the playback button on the monitor. Kwang-il, who straightened up, narrowed his eyes.

“This, isn’t it something that should be shown to the remaining family? Even if it’s just a piece of the clothes he wore.”

“It’s footage that shouldn’t be leaked to the outside. Unfortunately, we can only notify them.”

Even though both Geun-seok, who had a long career, and Kwang-il knew that they couldn’t easily overlook such an incident, as part of KIS’s discipline, they couldn’t afford to waver.

Knowing this better than anyone, Kwang-il didn’t add anything. An extended silence passed between them.

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“How pretty, nice. It’s hard to believe that such a woman is that bastard’s daughter.”

“Sister, is it the first time you’ve come out today? I heard she made a big donation to the foundation that our child goes to.”

The employees of the volunteer organization, who serve lunch to people over 60 years old every weekend, were excited about the appearance of the protagonist who organized an elderly charity event.

Despite the dishonorable title of being the child of Diwon Group’s Song Myung-hwan and his wife, the woman occasionally participated in events.

She seemed to be conscious of the negative opinion that she hid and distributed money, but no one knew what was inside her.

She endured the gaze of skepticism, performed good deeds, and showed a humble demeanor.

“By the way, she doesn’t wear any other accessories, but she always wears a ring. Is it a wedding ring?”

“She looks so young, is she married? I wonder who the husband is.”

A curious employee, complaining about the woman’s thin left hand, suddenly began to be surprised when she turned around and looked around.

“Oh my, oh my.”

“Why?”

As other employees also turned their gaze, a shabby old man near them approached the woman and gestured with a cane.
“Hey, you bastard who killed someone, where do you get off acting all high and mighty about the guy’s daughter? Saying your mom is the same as your dad? Huh? That’s why we need corporal punishment. That way, scum like you won’t even get to eat rice and beans! Hey, you jerk, ugh!”

With profanity spewing from his mouth and accompanied by spitting, the old man didn’t stop there and pulled out an egg from his pocket, tossing it.

Soon after, the broken egg flowed stickily down the pretty woman’s face like a painting.

The onlookers swallowed their breath, and the woman, who prevented the security guard from roughly handling the old man, bowed her head to him and turned away without any sense of injustice. There was no nuance of unfairness. She just swept her sticky hair back and got into the car, completely ignoring the people, and the old man exchanged glances with the others, taking turns staring at the car the woman and the old man alternately got into, as if nothing had happened.

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After finishing her daily schedule and returning, Haman-daek was surprised to see Eun-chae’s disheveled appearance.