"The little bastard will have wet himself, won't he? Heh heh heh."

The DMC Media building in Sangam-dong, the director's office.

Yang Docheol had a shoe up on the edge of the desk and was snickering.

The lawsuit papers had gone out to Seo Dahui and Ha Tae-ung.

The civil suit is something they have been preparing for a month already.

DM Group's legal team moved on it themselves.

They had the name and the address, but they could not pin down the exact resident registration number, so it took a few more days to go through the court's inquiry procedure.

With Ha Tae-ung's particulars pinned down, the complaint had finally gone out properly.

It was filed through the electronic litigation system, so everything after that was quick.

On Ha Tae-ung's and Seo Dahui's side, Jo and Jang's attorneys are appointed to receive service and to act as counsel.

The complaint that went out was served there as well.

"Jo and Jang? Tell them to go fuck themselves! You think I am scared?"

Yang Docheol's spirits were riding sky-high. Jo and Jang, a big firm with a name people know in this country.

And what of it.

The billion-won civil suit was never more than a pretext for a legal fight.

The real object lies elsewhere.

"Seo Dahui. You dare go against what I say?"

The corners of Yang Docheol's mouth tore open like the mouth of an anglerfish with prey in front of it.

"I will give you a real taste of hell."

Breach of contract. A claim for damages. An exclusive contract dispute.

Things like that are only the beginning.

All that has to get out is the fact that her agency has filed suit.

The next step is for the reporters to put the right amount of flesh on it and carry it off in their teeth.

And Ha Tae-ung above all, stuck fast to Seo Dahui's side. A chaebol family's son, barely twenty years old.

All he has to do is tie the two of them together neatly and finish one plausible picture.

"A woman her…