"What? Why is all the merchandise such crap? So cheap..."

The west wing of the Galaxy luxury department store in Gangnam, under the Ana Group.

A rail-thin, high-strung woman curled her lip at the luxury goods on display.

Between the vanity, extravagance and prickliness in her eyes, nobody dared come near her.

Even the female secretary following her held her breath.

A walking time bomb who could go off at any moment—since her father-in-law died, she'd had free rein.

It was Jo In-hwa, the lady of Hanguk Airlines, still fuming after her husband had beaten her not long ago.

They said that bastard's connected to this place, didn't they? Today I've got him!

After her husband, Chairman Jeong Jung-yong, beat her, she'd spent her days seething.

She'd learned that Jang Tae-san, who'd laid hands on her daughter, was one of the buyers of the Ana Group.

She'd come to the Galaxy department store to vent her rage properly.

Luxury goods caught her eye now and then, but they didn't satisfy her.

If she felt like it, she could use Hanguk Airlines staff to shop at duty-free prices.

Only the lady of Hanguk Airlines got that privilege.

The foreign luxury brands sold goods on the planes, so they slipped her all sorts of extras.

No low-grade luxury goods were going to catch Jo In-hwa's eye.

"What's this?"

Jo In-hwa stopped, and her eyes glinted with malice.

A sign marked it as a new limited-edition collection—even she hadn't seen it before.

A limited-edition model from the world-famous luxury brand Guzza.

Jo In-hwa's greed climbed, and so did her rage gauge.

"Secretary Oh. Why didn't you report this to me?"

"...I'll look into it."

"Hey! I told you to report new limited collections immediately! You draw a salary and you can't handle one thing? Are you out of your mind?"

The vicious Jo In-hwa snarled.

"I-I'm sorry. Ma'am."

Secretary Oh bent ninety degrees at the waist.

With that bitch of a temper, one more word and a hand could come flying.

"Get it right. Get it right!"

After that short blast, Jo In-hwa…