My Wife of the Cold Billionaire CEO — Volume 4
The conference room fell silent as Ha-eun stepped inside with Jisoo beside her.
Board members watched her like she was a ticking bomb—something dangerous, something unwanted.
Yura sat near the head of the table, a satisfied curve on her lips.
"Ha-eun," one director began, adjusting his glasses. "The photos circulating online—care to explain?"
Ha-eun opened her mouth, but Yura cut in smoothly.
"Perhaps she can't. These kinds of… indiscretions can be hard to justify."
Jisoo's voice sliced through the room like steel.
"Director Yura, sit down."
A chill swept the table.
He turned to Ha-eun. "Tell them everything."
Her hands trembled, but she stood tall.
"The man in the photo was my coworker. He was drunk. I helped him into a taxi. That's all."
Yura laughed softly. "And yet the images suggest more."
Jisoo pressed a button on the table. The lights dimmed, and a screen lit up—showing original CCTV footage from the street where the photo had been taken.
The untouched version.
Ha-eun simply helping the coworker. Nothing inappropriate.
Gasps rippled across the room.
Jisoo's eyes locked onto Yura's.
"This footage was deleted from the public system. Someone accessed it illegally and altered the images."
He stepped closer, voice deadly calm. "Would you like to explain how my security team found your digital signature?"
Yura's face drained of color.
A director whispered, "She framed the CEO's wife…"
Jisoo reached for Ha-eun's hand, gripping it tightly.
"No one attacks my family," he said, "and walks away untouched."
Yura finally understood.
She had lost.