"Ma'am. There's been a problem with the property."

"What? What problem? Didn't you tell me just yesterday that we'd sign today?"

"That's right. But... it looks like a new buyer has come forward."

"This isn't pocket change. It's a hundred-billion-won property—buyers don't just pop up for that! Who is it? Someone we know?"

"No. They're complete strangers."

"We have to get that property! No matter what!"

"They say the owners are negotiating with the new buyer right now."

"Tell the acquisition team to buy us time. I'm going over there myself!"

"I'll have the car ready right away."

Who on earth latched on to it? Did someone catch the scent?

Jeon Ju-hui bit her lip. She was the eldest daughter of Jeon Mun-gu, chairman of the Yeondae Motor Group.

The gallery she'd spent so long courting had come on the market.

The sale was all or nothing: the building plus every work it owned.

The sudden financial crisis had forced the sale, along with some failed investments by the owner's family.

Art prices had crashed.

The works held as collateral had gone dirt cheap.

Only a few months ago, the gallery had been listed at two hundred billion won at the very least.

But with it pushed to the brink of auction, the price had dropped to around a hundred billion.

Jeon Ju-hui had had her eye on it and had worked hard for it.

All of the group's shares had been steered toward her younger brother in the inheritance.

All she'd been left was a hotel and a resort.

It came down to the will of the late Chairman Jeon Jun-yeong. Strict about family tradition, he'd hated seeing the family's shares split up.

Even in his day, the group had suffered from being carved into pieces.

It hadn't come to open war, but the fighting behind the scenes had been vicious.

Chairman Jeon Jun-yeong had also had a lot of children.

Knowing all that, Chairman Jeon Mun-gu had settled the entire inheritance ahead of time.

He'd handed the key affiliates to his only son.

Jeon Ju-hui was hungry.

Her…