"An international war? What on earth is that?"

After the call ended, one word kept circling in Isabella's head.

International war!

Lately Isabella had been living with her days and nights completely turned around.

The time difference between Korea and Britain was huge. There was no way around it if she was going to command the attack team in time with the Korean market's opening.

Even living upside down like that, she never once felt worn out.

If anything, she had been looking forward to the moment she would raise a victory toast.

But today Bear had declared the war over.

End the war and put Dongmyeong on the guillotine.

With those few words, blood that had cooled was running hot again.

Decisiveness that never looked back and never hesitated!

Ruthlessness that cut off the breath without a shred of mercy the moment it was time to finish!

His usual easy, unhurried air turned wild, out of nowhere, every time he declared war!

Working with Bear, Isabella was falling deeper and deeper for those two sides of him.

If he had been right there beside her now……. Could she really have held back feelings this hot?

"Haah……."

Isabella caught herself daydreaming and shook her head hard.

What mattered now wasn't personal feelings.

What mattered was the riddle Bear had tossed out at the end.

That remark: international war.

Billions of dollars had already moved just to work over one Korean company, Dongmyeong.

And the profit made along the way had been enormous, too.

Yet Bear himself had shown hardly any interest in the money made on the Dongmyeong job.

He'd acted like a grown-up watching children play a betting game for their allowance.

Not that it was hard to understand.

This was a man who had grabbed tens of billions of dollars at a stroke in the options and futures markets.

For someone who had moved money on that scale, a group like Dongmyeong might well seem small-time.

The problem was the moment he said 'international war.' He had sounded nothing like he did when giving orders on Dongmyeong.

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