I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family Chapter 130

Ha Eun-young didn’t have any suspicions.

"We’re holding a grand eting to celebrate acquiring the artificial island, so everyone should return."

There was no reason to doubt such an obviously Go Muyeol-esque order.

Moreover, the feeling of being watched, which she had sensed before, had completely disappeared.

It seed to have stopped ever since she distanced herself from Incheon to purchase land in the Namdong Industrial Complex. The timing was so precise that she concluded it was just a standard security asure.

She assud it wasn’t personal surveillance targeting her specifically, but rather a general monitoring of everyone around Go Muyeol.

In fact, there were already people embedded in Prestige who served exactly that function.

This was one of Prestige’s natural tasks, given that Go Muyeol was part of the owner family, and it was unrelated to the secretaries assigned to each family mber.

Thus, she felt relatively at ease.

Everything that was progressing seed to be going well.

Her infiltration into Prestige was a success, and she had risen to a fairly prominent position among Go Muyeol’s close aides.

Though she didn’t officially hold a title, being by Go Muyeol’s side since the beginning ant she was generally regarded as slightly below Lim Soo-ah but above the average team leader.

Even this was a significant achievent, outranking many secretaries.

She was almost always in direct contact with Go Muyeol and frequently received orders from him.

Being in a position to receive direct orders from a mber of the owner family was a trendous accomplishnt in itself.

With her infiltration so well-established, her mission execution proceeded smoothly.

Her only concern was whether the report she had secretly sent had been properly received, but worrying about such things all the ti would make it impossible to live as an agent.

She didn’t worry much about her colleagues, either.

The agents involved in this mission were all the elite of the NIS.

If anything, Ha Eun-young’s relatively lower qualifications were a concern. Had it not been for her life being planned from the start for this operation, she might have been excluded.

Because of this, she chose not to waste ti on unnecessary worries and instead focused on her tasks.

"When I return, I’ll track Go Muyeol’s movents again and draft the second report. Where should I send it?"

Thinking about this, she closed her eyes for the first ti in a while during the car ride to Incheon.

If Go Muyeol were next to her, he’d be constantly groping or screwing her, but with only secretaries present, she could relax.

Among the secretaries, the only one in a position to scold her was Lim Soo-ah, and since she was silent, there was nothing to worry about.

After driving for hours, they arrived in Incheon, switched to an AV (Autonomous Vehicle), and headed for the artificial island.

A massive structure lood over the sea, and the lush forest atop it was visibly shrinking in real ti.

"An artificial island… a national-scale mariti fortress… and it’s privately owned."

She was reminded once again of how much the Koryo Group drained this nation’s wealth.

In a world where even a country might struggle to own such a facility, a third-generation chaebol could own it simply because of their family background.

"How corrupt must the world be for this to happen?"

"While so people like were left to die in trash cans in won’s restrooms…"

To create a better world, chaebol conglorates had to be dismantled.

Power must be returned to the state.

And for that mission…!

"You’ve arrived."

The person greeting them was Go Muyeol’s executive team leader, Jin Ji-hye.

She approached Soo-ah and whispered sothing to her.

"…Understood."

Soo-ah nodded and then approached Ha Eun-young.

"Ms. Eun-mi, there’s sowhere you need to co with . The Master has a discreet order for you."

"A discreet order?"

"Yes."

"…What’s this about?"

Ha Eun-young felt a vague sense of unease but tilted her head and followed for now.

The place they arrived at was a large warehouse-like building.

The late evening hour gave the surroundings a gloomy atmosphere, which was amplified by the sight of the building.

"Please, go inside."

At the entrance, Jin Ji-hye stepped aside.

"What kind of order requires just and Lim Soo-ah…?"

The door creaked open, revealing what was inside.

"…!!"

What lay before her was entirely unexpected.

In the center of the space sat Go Muyeol, sprawled lazily. His closest aides, Baek Seol and Levi, were by his side, with security team leader Kwon Dam-bi and strategy team leader Ra Seung-hee standing slightly apart.

Scattered around were about twenty secretaries, positioned in a way that exuded a sense of intimidation.

"What is this…?"

The people weren’t the issue—it was standard for such a group to accompany Go Muyeol wherever he went.

What was strange was that Go Muyeol was in a warehouse.

The real problem was the eight individuals lying on the floor, covered in bloodstained burlap sacks.

The sacks were crumpled from apparent beatings, and the floor was soaked with blood.

"Eun-mi, you’re here?"

Go Muyeol, sitting cross-legged, casually fiddled with himself over his pants as he spoke.

For so reason, her mouth went dry.

Clunk!

"!"

The door to the building shut behind them, and Ha Eun-young flinched, instinctively turning to look back.

Her movents were uncharacteristic, her usually composed deanor slightly shaken, and even her smile appeared faintly stiff.

Well, with a space like this, anyone would be on edge.

Click, click.

The sound of Soo-ah’s heels echoed as she quickly walked toward , bowing politely before speaking.

"I’ve returned, Master."

"Good work, Director Lim. Stand here beside ."

"Yes."

Soo-ah stepped back, and Jin Ji-hye and Ha Eun-young also approached.

They stopped in front of the eight spies sprawled on the floor.

Jin Ji-hye greeted and stepped aside, perceptively giving way.

Ha Eun-young tried to follow suit, but I gestured for her to stay put.

Thus, she ended up standing alone in the center.

"You must’ve been stuck in the car for hours. That must’ve been tiring."

"…It’s nothing, Young Master."

Ha Eun-young replied with her signature smile—a beautiful expression that simultaneously put the other party at ease while arousing a carnal desire to defile it.

"You must find the current situation strange. Wondering why I called only you."

"…."

"Haven’t you ever thought about it? Why do I sotis mix honorifics when speaking to you? And why do I let you call ‘Young Master’ instead of ‘Master’ like the others?"

"…Well, now that you ntion it, I haven’t really thought about it," she stamred.

"I’m here to give you the answer."

"!"

Ha Eun-young subtly licked her dry lips, her hands, clasped demurely in front of her, tensed slightly.

Whether it was out of nervousness or preparation for so decisive action, I couldn’t yet tell.

"Do you rember when we first t? When I was recruiting a new secretary, and you ca forward for the position?"

"Yes… I rember."

"Then you must also rember how I sent you away without selecting you."

"Yes…"

Her lips still held a faint smile, but it seed to be unraveling slightly.

"Do you know why I did that? It’s because I didn’t like my first impression of you."

"…."

"Ah, I thought to myself, ‘This woman has the face of a traitor.’"

"…Excuse ?"

"I thought, ‘She’s not soone I can trust with my work.’"

"…."

Her smile was almost entirely gone now, her expression beginning to sour.

But only for a mont.

Realizing how far her face had strayed from her usual expression, she corrected herself, forcing the smile back into place.

"But, as I’ve observed you so far, you’ve been spreading your legs without complaint, working diligently, and showing great skill. I’ve found nothing to dislike."

"…Thank you."

"So… one final test."

"A final… test?"

"Yes. Think of it as the finale—the last step for to trust you completely."

"…."

"You can’t keep calling ‘Young Master’ forever, can you? I have affection for you, after all. You’re soone who’s been with from the start, and it’s ti for proper titles to be used."

One of the secretaries handed a fairly long sword to Ha Eun-young.

She hesitated but accepted the sword instinctively.

"It’s nothing too difficult. You see those eight people in front of you? Finish them off. Prove your absolute obedience to my orders, and you’ll earn the right to call Master."

"…!"

Ha Eun-young gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.

She slowly walked toward the eight people lying on the ground.

The one furthest to the right from my perspective was her first target.

"Will she actually do it?" I wondered, given the situation and her lack of information about the targets.

But without the slightest hesitation, Ha Eun-young crouched down and began stabbing into the sack-covered figure.

"Gwwub! Ghhrrk!!"

A muffled cry burst out, and dark blood oozed from beneath the sack, pooling on the floor.

Ha Eun-young, her expression detached, continued stabbing repeatedly.

After dozens of thrusts, the sack finally stopped moving entirely, and she stood back up.

"Whew…"

"Oh-ho!"

I clapped for her.

She glared at briefly but then moved on to the next target without hesitation.

The process repeated. She stabbed, again and again, without pause, until the second figure ceased all movent.

"…?"

When she reached V, there was a brief mont of hesitation.

She seed to recognize the voice emanating from the sack, causing her to tilt her head slightly.

But ultimately, she dismissed the thought, assuming there was no way soone who should’ve been in the Pacific could be here.

Thwack!

Minutes later, Ha Eun-young had killed all eight people.

The floor was soaked in blood, and the sword she held dripped with a mix of blood and grease.

Sweat covered her body as she wiped her face with her sleeve, saring the sweat and blood away.

It was ti to reveal the truth.

"Seung-hee."

"Yes, Master."

Ra Seung-hee approached, holding a docunt, and handed it to Ha Eun-young.

The latter looked up at Seung-hee, sweat still glistening on her face.

"?"

"Read it."

Seung-hee passed the docunt to Ha Eun-young, whose trembling hands accepted it.

She unfolded the docunt and began reading.

"There were people lingering around , always sticking too close. Those you just finished off? They were spies. Double agents."

"!!!"

Her eyes widened in shock.

Shhhk.

Her hands moved faster as she flipped through the pages.

The refined smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a twitching grimace as tension, shock, and rage flooded her expression.

"Co to think of it, Soo-ah," I said.

"Yes, Master."

"Weren’t there two more?"