Na-ri immediately walked to her office.
Her heels clicked softly against the floor, but her face showed no emotion. Her smile had disappeared the second the elevator doors closed. There was a strange coldness in her eyes that Minji hadn't seen before.
Minji quietly followed her inside, feeling uneasy.
She stood beside the desk, watching her boss settle in. "Is there anything wrong?" she asked softly.
Na-ri didn't look up from her table. "No. Everything's okay."
Minji tilted her head. Her tone was off.
"Are you sure?" she asked again, her voice low and gentle.
Na-ri gave a little nod. "I said I'm fine."
She said it again—like she needed to hear it herself.
Minji didn't push further. She just nodded and left the office quietly.
---
Meanwhile, in Ji-a's office.
She stormed in like a mad woman.
The doors slammed open and the sound echoed through the hallway. Everyone on the HR floor went quiet. Her mood was like thunder. No one dared to breathe too loudly.
She threw her documents hard onto her desk. A pen flew off and hit the floor.
Her chest was rising and falling. She was breathing fast. Her eyes looked wild. There were tears in them, but she held them back with all her strength.
"Kang Na-ri!" she shouted.
She slammed her hands on the table. "That bitch."
Her voice was loud enough for the workers outside to hear. They all looked at each other, whispering quietly.
Even her secretary was confused and scared. She had never seen Ji-a this way.
Ji-a paced her office like she was going to explode.
"Was she mocking me?" she said aloud, her voice breaking. "Was that what she was doing?"
She stopped in front of the window, clenching her jaw.
Let her enjoy it while it lasts.
She may think she's happy right now… but she's a fool.
She should celebrate her engagement all she wants—but the same man she's celebrating with just slept with me yesterday.
She sat down slowly, her hands shaking.
There's no need to be angry, Ji-a, she thought to herself. That man doesn't care about her. He's not with her because of love. He's after her money. Once he gets it, he'll leave her.
And then she'll be the one crying—not you.
She pulled her mirror from her bag and looked at her face. Her makeup was smudged from her tears.
She started fixing her hair slowly, her voice low as she talked to herself like she was speaking to someone else in the mirror.
"Ji-a… don't stress yourself," she whispered. "You're the one winning here. You hear me?"
She dabbed her tears carefully with tissue.
"She's the one losing… not you."
She looked deep into her own eyes and nodded.
"You're winning."
---
Meanwhile, back in Na-ri's office…
Hours had passed.
The sky outside had started turning orange. The sun was setting slowly. The once-busy floor was quiet now.
Na-ri's phone beeped.
It was a message.
She picked up her phone and saw Tae Joon's name. The message had the time and location for their date.
She didn't bother reading it. She already knew what it was. The restaurant, the time—she could guess everything.
She dropped the phone and pressed the intercom. "Minji," she said. "Come in."
A few seconds later, Minji stepped in.
Na-ri stood up and picked up her purse. "I'm done for the day. Let's leave in a while."
Minji nodded. "Okay."
After a few minutes, both of them stepped into the elevator.
It was quiet at first.
Then Na-ri's phone rang again.
It was an unknown number.
She picked it up without thinking much.
"Miss Kang," the voice said smoothly.
Na-ri raised a brow. "Who is this?"
There was a short laugh. "It's me… Han Jin Woo."
"Han Jin Woo?" she repeated a little louder. Minji looked up quickly, surprised and confused.
Na-ri stepped slightly aside.
"Where did you get my number?" she asked.
"I'm Han Jin Woo," he said calmly. "I can get whatever I want."
Na-ri rolled her eyes a little but smiled.
"I just got off a call with my lawyer," he added, "so… congratulations on being my wife."
He continued, "The contract is final. Legally, we're married… more or less."
"Thanks for the update," she replied. "Let's talk tomorrow. Face to face."
"Sure," he said.
She hung up.
Minji stared at her. "Was that Han Jin Woo? The Han Jin Woo? Royal Group Han Jin Woo"
Na-ri nodded, placing her phone back in her purse.
Minji looked even more curious. "What was that about?"
Na-ri smiled calmly. "Be patient. I'll tell you when the time is right."
Minji didn't ask again.
They stepped outside into the parking area.
The black sports car was waiting.
Na-ri got in and opened the door for Minji. "I'll drop you off first before going home."
Minji got in with a soft smile. "Thanks."
Later that evening…
Na-ri arrived at her grandfather's house.
The head maid was already waiting at the door. Her face was full of questions.
Na-ri had ordered tons of designer items. Clothes, shoes, bags, makeup, jewellery—so many that it looked like she was opening her own boutique.
Even nightwears. Silk, lace, all colours.
"There isn't enough space to keep them, Miss," the head maid said gently. "Your changing room is full."
"Then remove everything old," Na-ri replied firmly. "Throw them out. Make space and put only the new ones."
The head maid nodded slowly.
"And also…" Na-ri added, her voice turning colder, "get rid of every picture of me and Tae Joon. Every single one."
She walked past her.
I'm removing him from my life. Completely.
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Later, she stood in front of her vanity.
She had showered already. Her skin glowed.
She was doing her makeup—bold eyes, soft lips. Confident.
She reached for the red minidress hanging neatly on the rack.
It was new. It was hot. It was perfect.
She slipped into it.
The fit was flawless.
She brushed her hair backwards and let it fall behind her back. Then she picked out ruby and silver jewellery. Necklace, earrings, a bracelet.
Everything sparkled under the light.
Her heels were red stilettos, shiny and sharp.
Everything she wore was brand new.
She looked in the mirror again.
The woman staring back didn't look broken.
She looked powerful.
Na-ri smiled.
She was ready.
Not for a date. Not for a dinner.
For battle.
But instead of guns or swords… her armour was a dress.
Her weapons were heels, lipstick, and silence.