Devil

Chapter 4

Mr. Berthen's face turned beet red with rage as he was handcuffed and read his rights. "This is a setup!" he bellowed, his eyes scanning the room for Moonbyul. "She did this! Moonbyul, you'll pay for this!"

The police officers ignored his outbursts, methodically searching the mansion for evidence. Moonbyul watched from a distance, a satisfied smile on her face. Her plan was working perfectly.

Jaehok and No-Ra approached her, their expressions concerned. "Moonbyul, what have you done?" Jaehok asked, his voice low. "This is going to escalate things."

Moonbyul shrugged, her smile unwavering. "I had to take drastic measures. They were getting too close to the truth."

No-Ra frowned. "But framing him for drug possession? That's not like you, Moonbyul."

Moonbyul's eyes glinted with determination. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my loved ones."

As the police continued their search, they found more evidence of Mr. Berthen's supposed drug operation. Moonbyul's plan was working, but she knew it was only a matter of time before things spiraled out of control.

Meanwhile, Mr. Do-yan watched from the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he realized Moonbyul's game. "She thinks she's won," he whispered to himself, "but this is far from over."

As Mr. Berthen was led out of his mansion in handcuffs, Moonbyul approached him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Officers, may I have a minute with him?" she asked, her voice sweet.

The officers nodded, allowing her to step aside with Mr. Berthen. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he spat, his face red with rage.

Moonbyul smiled, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Oh, I'm just getting started. You see, Mr. Berthen, your mansion... it's mine now."

Mr. Berthen's eyes widened in disbelief. "You'll never get your hands on my property! I'll never sign over the deed!"

Moonbyul chuckled, holding out a paper. "Oh, but you already have. You see, this is a signed confession, and a transfer of ownership. Your mansion, your assets... they're all mine now."

Mr. Berthen's face turned purple with rage. "You'll never get away with this! My lawyer will have me out of here in no time, and you'll be the one who's burning in hell!"

Moonbyul leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Ah, but that's the thing... your lawyer doesn't work for you anymore. He's been... persuaded to switch sides."

Mr. Berthen's eyes bulged, and he lunged at Moonbyul, but the officers restrained him. "You can't do this!" he bellowed, struggling against the handcuffs.

Moonbyul smiled sweetly. "Oh, but I already have. And now, it's time for you to take a little ride downtown."

The officers dragged Mr. Berthen away, throwing him into the back of the police car. As they drove off, Moonbyul watched, her smile still plastered on her face.

As Moonbyul walked away from the police car, she felt a presence watching her. She glanced up to see Mr. Do-yan standing in the balcony of the mansion, his son by his side.

His son, a sneer on his face, leaned against the railing. "She's just a tiny creature, Father. A mere insect to be crushed."

Mr. Do-yan placed a warning hand on his son's shoulder. "Don't underestimate her, son. She's more cunning than she appears."

His son scoffed. "But Father, she's just a woman. A foolish little girl playing at being a player."

Mr. Do-yan's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Moonbyul. "She's not a fool, son. And she's certainly not to be underestimated. Remember that."

Moonbyul, sensing their gaze, turned to face them. She met Mr. Do-yan's eyes, a spark of challenge in her own. For a moment, they locked gazes, the air thick with tension.

Then, Moonbyul smiled sweetly and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

Mr. Do-yan's eyes never left hers, his expression unreadable. His son, however, looked puzzled, unsure of what to make of the exchange.

"Father, what's going on?" he asked, but Mr. Do-yan just shook his head.

"Not now, son. Let's just say... the game is far from over."

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Moonbyul turned to Jessica, Jaehok, and No-Ra, who were all watching her with varying degrees of excitement and concern. "Let's celebrate tonight!" she exclaimed. "We'll throw a party at the hotel Mr. Berthen owned. Invite everyone who matters."

Jessica grinned, already pulling out her phone to start making arrangements. "I'm on it! What time should I tell them to arrive?"

Jaehok and No-Ra exchanged a hesitant glance. "Moonbyul, are you sure this is a good idea?" Jaehok asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

No-Ra nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we just took down Mr. Berthen. Maybe we should lay low for a while?"

Moonbyul's face fell, but she quickly recovered. "Come on, guys! We deserve to celebrate! And besides, it's the perfect opportunity to show everyone what we're capable of."

Jaehok and No-Ra looked at each other uncertainly, but eventually nodded. "Okay, fine," Jaehok said. "But if things get out of hand, we're blaming you."

No-Ra chuckled. "Yeah, and we're not drinking too much. We don't know what Mr. Do-yan will do next."

Moonbyul grinned, relieved that her friends were on board. "Don't worry, I've got everything under control. Let's just enjoy tonight and worry about tomorrow... tomorrow."

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