"What? She's resting?"

"Yes……. She says she's tired."

"Crazy bitch!"

The DMC director's office.

Seo Dahui's resistance that morning had been reported the moment it happened.

All this time she had gone wherever the halter pulled her and earned without a word of complaint, and now the cow had begun to hold out.

The swearing burst out of Yang Docheol's mouth.

There was more malice in his eyes than there had ever been.

"Team Three leader."

"Sir!"

"Leave her."

"Sir?"

"Secure the evidence, all of it. Gather everything, and weight it toward whatever breaches company regulations."

"……."

Yang Docheol laced his fingers together, settled back into his seat and crossed one leg up over the other.

"What is a thing like her going to be able to do. With nothing in her hand. Heh heh heh."

Seo Dahui's father is a middle-school teacher.

There is nothing a country teacher can do for his daughter.

The relatives around her are all of much the same order.

There is no end of ways to grind down an entertainer with no connections worth the name.

And DM Group's legal team stands at his back like a folding screen.

Handling a private individual with no power at all is no work.

The rule of law?

A phrase that only sounds well.

The Republic of Korea is a country of laws in form and in pattern.

The system of courtesies owed to men who have come out of the courts grows sturdier as it goes.

Contract a large firm with large enough money and the outcome can be turned whichever way you want, whenever you want.

To put it coarsely, even a killing can be got out on a suspended sentence.

In a field like that, sending one woman singer with nothing behind her down into the pit is child's play.

"Dahui-ya……. If I can't have you, no other bastard is having you either. Heh heh heh."

Yang Docheol thought of Seo Dahui and let a rank laugh out of him.

He did not know it even in his dreams.

That a tall crown prince…