It was late at night in the Won Group tower.
Gin Chu Won stood before a full-length mirror in his office, adjusting the collar of his black suit.
His reflection gleamed under the soft, golden light — the image of a man too confident for his own good.
The sound of faint music echoed from his phone, already playing the playlist meant for tonight's party at his nightclub in Seoul.
"Hey, cousin!"
He turned sharply, recognizing the familiar voice. Jen Heo Won stood by the doorway, arms crossed, one brow raised. Her tone carried that mix of annoyance and curiosity only she could pull off.
"Oh? Heo Won," Gin said with a teasing grin. "Going home?"
"What?! No."
She planted her hands firmly on her hips, tilting her head as she eyed his attire. The tailored suit, the polished shoes, even the cologne drifting in the air — everything about him screamed nightlife.
"Where are you going dressed like that?" she asked, suspicion flickering in her tone.
"Ah, this?" He smoothed the front of his jacket, flashing a smug half-smile. "I'm having a party. At my company, of course."
"Your company?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow. "As in... the nightclub is your company?"
"Oh please, Heo Won." Gin chuckled and leaned back against the desk. "Like I have better things to do than you climbing up the ladder for that CEO position."
"Tch, you're so childish," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
He stepped closer with a mischievous smirk. "Oh, come on. Lighten up a little. You can dress as a ghost. Think of it—wearing something white, sexy... like a virgin still looking for a man after death."
Gon Jun San, who had been quietly standing nearby, stifled a laugh. The image flashed briefly in his mind, earning him a sharp glare from Jen Heo Won.
She shot him a look so cold he immediately cleared his throat and straightened up, pretending to check his phone.
Jen let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "Look, I don't care what the fuck you do," she said, voice heavy with warning, "but make sure you don't attract any pests. Unless you plan to clean it up yourself."
Gin's grin faded into something more composed. He glanced at her, eyes softening slightly. Then, in smooth Chinese, he replied, "Worrying is a useless emotion."
He stepped forward, plucking a single red rose from the crystal vase on his desk and handed it to her. "You worry too much, my dear. Life is meant to be enjoyed."
For a moment, their eyes met — her frustration, his calm arrogance — two sides of the same family coin.
Then he turned, the faint scent of his cologne trailing behind him as he walked toward the elevator.
The doors slid shut with a soft chime, leaving only Jen Heo Won and Gon Jun San standing in the empty hallway, the sound of distant city traffic humming through the windows.
Jen stared at the rose in her hand, exhaling sharply. "That idiot's going to get himself in trouble one day," she muttered.
Gon Jun San said nothing, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips suggested he didn't entirely disagree.
Back in Ingrid Mikage's office, Shan carried her up and pinned her against the wall. They were both naked.
Ingrid wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his hips as his hands settled at the small of her back, holding her weight with practiced strength.
I used to hate this sort of thing,
Ingrid thought, breath catching as his mouth found the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
Love is just a weapon,
she told herself.
They use the word 'love' like they mean it. It's not that I love Shan Wolf. Just... why? Why does it feel good when he makes love to me?
They had been at each other's throats, trading threats and blackmail. Well, she had done the blackmail first, until Shan struck back.
Later they'd set their differences aside to take that bitch Vice President Jen Heo Won down and put Eva Kin in as the new CEO.
So why? He is not fucking me just for objectives or survival. Is it pleasure? Is he doing all this only to pleasure and ease my worries?
"Ingrid?" he murmured, voice low and rough.
"Huh?" she answered, fingers tangling in his hair.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to—" he teased, lowering her only enough that she could scratch the slope of his back with sharp nails.
"I'll fucking kill you if you do that, bastard," she hissed, teeth bared in a grin that was half threat, half invitation.
"Sheesh, what with your nails, bitch," he shot back, twisting so the pads of his thumb grazed her jaw.
"I hate you," she said, although the word trembled on the edge of something softer.
"Fuck you, Ingrid," he growled, and the cadence of the insult was already a caress.
"Fuck you back!" she snapped. The words hung between them, explosive and absurd.
Their mouths collided, cursing melting into a bruising kiss. Shan held her steady against the wall, his forearms braced, one knee pressing at the crease of her thigh to keep her anchored. Ingrid yielded and then pulled away a fraction, breath hot and ragged.
"Please, don't tease this old hag," she muttered, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with want. "Please. Fuck me, you bastard."
He paused for a heartbeat, the corner of his mouth twitching, then crushed her to him again as if accepting the challenge.
Their bodies moved in a practiced, dangerous rhythm, office light slanting across bare skin, the city humming beyond the glass.
"Tell me, Ingrid. Honestly." Shan muttered at her inches on her panting breath. "Do you want it?"
"Yes."
"Yes what...?" Shan teased.
"Fucking put your big black meat in me...."
Shan Wolf chuckled and slided in her. He begins moving inside her steadily. "Oh gosh, your so thick. I almost forgot how big your size was."
"I can't complain about your insides. So warm and wet."
"Then keep going, Wolf. Keep pounding this MILF pussy like you fucking own it!"
Shan thrust faster in her, Ingrid pull him back for another hard kiss. "Don't let go, Shan. Please don't let go."
"I won't, Ingrid...."
"Shan....."
He carried her again and took her to her office table. "Ah! Yes, this is so taboo. I, a Team Manager of the Investors Relation. Is having a moment with her employee who has blackmailed me into this!"
"It's been a year, Ingrid. Do you feel like you regretting it?!"
She threw her head back and laughed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Regret? No. You caught me red-handed and used that against me. And I let you. Because for once, someone finally stood up to me."
Her hands found his face, pulling him into another kiss that was all fury and fire. "What a man," she whispered against his lips. "What a fucking beast of a man you are, Shan!!!"
"INGRID!!!!"
"AAAHHHH!!!!"
The two of them release their ecstacy together and panted from the aftershock. Shan carried her cradle and settle her down on the very couch he teased her earlier.
Half an hour have passed since either of them spoke, Shan sit still as Ingrid rested her head on his shoulder.
"Did something happen?" Shan finally asked, glancing at her reflection in the dark glass.
"I'm guessing you want to know why I've been acting strange all morning," she murmured. Her tone was quiet now, thoughtful. "I just… have a lot on my mind."
She looked out the window at Seoul — the night alive with city lights, the moon cascading its glow across the skyline. The reflection of the city shimmered against the glass like a thousand restless dreams.
Then, quietly, she spoke.
"I've been thinking… ever since I joined the company, all I've done is climb. Climb higher, climb faster. But lately, I've forgotten why I wanted to reach the top in the first place."
"Being Chairman?" Shan asked.
"Yes, Wolf. But only if we take down Jen Heo Won and make Eva Kin the CEO."
Shan tilted his head. "But why do you want to go up so bad? Is it because of your daughter, Kim Yeon?"
"Well…" Ingrid exhaled slowly and closed her eyes. Her tone softened, a rare crack in her usual steel composure. "I'll tell you that when we're closer."
"You bitch," Shan muttered, half-laughing. "Aren't we close enough? You two girls even came to my penthouse on New Year's Eve, damn it."
"I blame Eva for that," she said flatly.
"Why, you little—" he began, shaking his head.
Ingrid stood up, brushing off her skirt and adjusting her blouse. Her movements were calm but deliberate, her face returning to its usual unreadable mask.
"Just because we slept a few times doesn't mean we're close," she said. "It's physical. Our bodies will rot someday, turn to dust and weeds. It means nothing in the end."
As she checked her phone, she noticed Shan watching her closely from across the room. "What?" she asked, frowning. "Is there something on my face?"
"No," he said, his tone unusually soft. "It's just… I wanted to tell you, you look beautiful tonight. Not the usual kind of beautiful — calm beautiful."
Ingrid blinked, caught off guard. A faint warmth touched her cheeks before she quickly looked away, scoffing.
"Idiot. Don't say things like that after what just happened. A woman might think you mean it."
Shan chuckled. "Ahaha… sorry."
A moment later, she handed him a thin file. Inside were names and faces of several key board members.
"Here," she said.
"These are the main players on the board. We can rule out Moo Jin Soo — you already made her change her mind after… well, you know."
"Please don't remind me," Shan groaned, rubbing his temples. "She's a kleptomaniac."
"Heh. What can I say about my old high school friend?" Ingrid smirked. "She really is a bitch."
They both chuckled — the sound light but edged with shared history. For a brief moment, the tension between them dissolved, replaced by something that almost felt like friendship.
As Shan Wolf looked through the list of board members, Ingrid found herself quietly impressed by how focused and professional he was — patient, deliberate, eyes sharp with calculation.
"Funny," she said, tilting her head with a faint smile. "You look like some powerful Chairman when you get all serious like that."
"Says the one who's been called The Ice-Cold Boss," he replied without looking up.
As he flipped through the pages, one photograph caught his attention. His expression hardened. "Wait… this is—"
"Ah, that?" Ingrid leaned forward slightly, following his gaze. "That's Gin Chu Won. You've probably seen him a few times."
She leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. "Don't be fooled by his long hair and that goatee. That son of a bitch is a Won family member. He's also a managing director — and he runs his own entertainment agency outside of Won Group."
Shan stared at Gin Chu Won's file, his focus deepening, eyes narrowing with unease. Ingrid watched him carefully, sensing a shift in his demeanor.
"Well, aren't you staring holes into that file," she said, half-joking. "If I know better, Gin Chu Won's slept with nearly all of his female celebrities. Most of his agency is made up of women, and—Shan, wait—your eye! You're bleeding! What's going on?!"
Shan's right eye streamed a thin trail of blood, like a tear. He froze, clutching his head as a sharp pain split through his skull.
His ability — Deathborn — had activated on its own, his second function which is the see the future.
Suddenly, images flooded his mind — violent flashes of the future. He saw Kim Yeon and Sae Jin Mei, unaware of each other, both standing inside a crowded nightclub.
Gin Chu Won was there, surrounded by his men. The girls were being escorted in… both finalists for an upcoming audition.
Then, in a horrifying instant, another image hit him — the two girls, their bodies broken and bloodied and raped.
"GAAH!!!" Shan screamed, stumbling to his feet, gasping for breath. His vision blurred, his pulse thundered in his ears.
"Shan! What's wrong with you?!" Ingrid shouted, rushing toward him.
He didn't answer. His trembling hands fumbled for his phone — he dialed Sae Jin Mei's number frantically.
Pick up… Pick up…!!!
The phone kept ringing.
"Come on!" he hissed, grabbing his blazer and rushing for the door.
"Hey! What the hell is going on?!" Ingrid yelled, her anger laced with confusion as he disappeared down the hallway.
Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the caller ID — Bae Sik Gong.
"Yes, Mr. Gong?" she answered, still breathless. "How's my daughter, Kim Yeon?"
Bae Sik Gong's voice came through the line, grave and tense. He was standing outside, the sounds of the nightclub's crowd echoing faintly behind him.
"Ma'am… you need to come right now. I think Kim Yeon might be in trouble, she's at Harlon Hotel Nightclub."
Ingrid's eyes widened. The phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. Her heart dropped into her stomach.
Without another word, she grabbed her Porsche keys from the desk and bolted toward the parking lot.
Meanwhile, Shan Wolf sprinted across the city streets of Seoul like a man possessed — cutting through alleys, vaulting over barriers, his breath ragged but relentless.
Damn it!
he cursed inwardly.
Why now?! Why does it have to happen now?!
He could feel his pulse burning in his skull, the vision still flashing in fragments behind his eyes.
Kim Yeon is only sixteen!
he thought, fury and dread colliding in his chest.
Gin Chu Won doesn't just go after women—he's a fucking pedophile!
The cold night wind tore against his face as he pushed himself faster, the city lights blurring into streaks of red and gold.
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Chapter 60 — End.