It was as if Sa-eon had been waiting for her. She was being watched relentlessly.
"You seem quite familiar with hotels, Hong Heeju."
His deeply sunken pupils stared at her with remarkable intensity.
Heeju was indeed familiar with hotels. She often had to accompany her third generation chaebol sister.
When she nodded obediently, the man's expression twisted in irritation.
"Familiar, huh?"
He chewed on the word.
Yes, I am. So what?
She nodded again, this ti more emphatically.
Baek Sa-eon clenched his teeth several tis.
Heeju stared blankly at his clenched jaw, where Sa-eon's veins would bulge and then disappear. Soon she followed him into the living room.
This was the top floor suite with a panoramic view of Seoul.
"Now that the tears are gone, shall we talk?"
For so reason, his voice was tinged with irritation.
"Is it about the blackmailer?
Baek Sa-eon continued to fiddle with his Zippo lighter, clicking it on and off. His face, in stark contrast to his fidgeting hands, was completely cold.
"There were no signs of hacking on your phone."
Finally, he closed the lighter and spoke, placing Heeju's phone on the wooden desk.
"Of course it wasn't.
Heeju wasn't surprised. The photo of the garter belt had been taken on the criminal's phone.
Her own phone was probably clean. There weren't even many contacts saved on it, and the most anyone would find would be exaggerated texts from Director Han Joon at the centre.
"But there were so suspicious traces."
What?
"That guy, Han Joon... What kind of person is he?"
"...!"
"Every other word in the ssage is 'dear' this, 'dear' that."
Baek Sa-eon's eyes narrowed as he noticed her stunned expression.
"Sit down."
He pulled out a chair and ordered.
"Sit down and reply with the keyboard."
"...!"
"Because we're about to have what so might call a conversation."
Is he trying to get sothing out of ?
"This is not an interrogation," Baek Sa-eon replied sharply, clicking his tongue.
For soone who claid not to have the ability to read people's minds, he seed like a liar.
"I've recently been targeted by a blackmailer. From your car to my office, even my father's nursing ho - they've been everywhere. Of course you're in danger too."
"..."
"That's why I can't let suspicious people get away."
Is he... talking about the director? Baek Sa-eon's reasoning wasn't entirely wrong, but it wasn't entirely correct either.
The blackmailer was Heeju himself, although the hostage-taker was orchestrating it from behind the scenes. This complicated arrangent gave Heeju a headache.
Reluctantly, she sat down in the large executive chair. Soon, the blank white monitor was filled with her typed words.
"Director?"
He caught the word imdiately.
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