Why is this man here?

Tasha had come out in a hurry when she got the call.

She was a veteran operative on the Asia intelligence-gathering team of the Russian Federal Security Service, the FSB.

In intelligence circles she was known as the Siberian vixen—fierce, and ruthless in a fight.

And yet Tasha had answered a foreign agent's call at once.

Joy Kim, a black agent of Korea's NIS.

Three years ago she'd gotten tangled up with the American CIA and nearly died; a dramatic rescue by that same black agent had pulled her through.

She'd sworn back then to pay it back someday, in a big way.

The world of intelligence might have no blood or tears, but a life saved was usually a debt repaid.

That was the unwritten rule.

The lore went that if you owed someone your life and didn't repay it, you'd end up dying alongside them.

The problem was...

Jang Tae-san... or should I call him Daniel Jang?

The man at the center of the uproar a few minutes ago was standing right in front of her.

For whatever reason, a kill order had gone down to a Chinese organization.

Every intelligence agency that caught wind of it had scrambled to find out about Jang Tae-san.

The information came together in no time.

A Korean investor with deep ties to Robert, the man they called Wall Street's god of investing.

And according to hot-off-the-press intel she'd just gotten, he'd had a personal relationship with the only daughter of Lee Zhangchang, the overseas-Chinese godfather, who was getting married today.

When Jang Tae-san showed up at the wedding itself, the kill order had come down.

On Chinese soil, making one man disappear was nothing.

In a China wired together by guanxi, it happened all the time.

He might be a wealthy Korean, but to China he was just one unimportant Korean man.

He's handsome~. No wonder Clara fell for him~.

Tasha knew Clara.

The Asia branch gave Tasha access to plenty of intelligence, and she could see why Jang Tae-san appealed.

Even in a crisis, he…