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Chapter 3

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JIMIN'S POV:

I never intended to keep this girl here longer than necessary, but circumstances have made it impossible for her to leave just yet. Not that I care much—she’s just another obstacle in my way. As she stood before me, her brown almond-shaped eyes filled with a mix of frustration and defiance, she spat out her words with an edge that was almost amusing.

"Mr., I don't care whether you’re Park Jimin or Park Jang-soon! All I want is to get back to my country! Please!" Her voice trembled slightly, though she tried to mask it with anger.

I leaned back, a slow smirk forming on my lips, deliberately drawing out my response. "Oh, I’ll think about it~" The sarcasm dripped from my tone, knowing full well it would only irritate her further. After all, what threat could she possibly pose? She’s just a girl—no match for the likes of me. I’d let her go when I was good and ready.

But something in her eyes held my gaze longer than I expected. Those death glares she was throwing my way were fierce, yet beneath that anger, there was something else—a flicker of emotion I couldn’t quite place. It intrigued me, though I would never admit it to anyone, not even myself. I studied her for a moment, noticing her poised demeanor, the way she held herself with an air of dignity despite the situation. She looked well-bred, the kind of girl who probably grew up in luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the world.

If I wanted, it would take my team just a few minutes to pull up every detail of her life, but I wasn’t interested in digging into her past. At least, not yet. For now, she was just another piece in my game, one that I would discard when it suited me.

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I let the silence stretch between us, watching as her frustration simmered just beneath the surface. She was a stubborn one, I’ll give her that. But she had no idea who she was dealing with or the world she’d stumbled into.

As I observed her, my mind wandered to the situation that had brought her here. She wasn’t supposed to be on that plane—an unfortunate mix-up, but one that played out in my favor. My men had secured her without a fuss, and now she was caught in a web she couldn’t easily escape from. It would be safer for her to stay put, at least until I figured out what to do with her.

She crossed her arms, her jaw clenched in defiance. “What are you planning to do with me?” Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the underlying fear she was trying to mask.

I shrugged, giving her a nonchalant glance. “That depends on you, sweetheart. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you’ll be on your way.” It was a lie, of course. I had no intention of letting her go just yet, but she didn’t need to know that. Not now.

Her eyes narrowed, searching my face for any sign of sincerity. She wouldn’t find any. I wasn’t the type to show my hand easily. For a moment, she seemed to consider her options, but what options did she really have? She was in my territory now, and whether she realized it or not, I was the one in control.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the circumstances.

That made me chuckle—a low, quiet sound that echoed in the room. “You should be,” I replied softly, leaning forward just enough to watch her flinch. The truth was, she had every reason to fear me, but I wasn’t about to reveal the full extent of the danger she was in. Not yet.

The door behind me opened, and one of my men stepped in, his presence a silent reminder of the world I inhabited. I didn’t have to look to know who it was; they all moved like shadows, blending into the background until I needed them. He nodded once, indicating that everything was ready.

“Take her to the other place,” I instructed, my tone casual as if I was discussing something trivial. But this was far from trivial—for her, at least.

Her eyes widened slightly at my words, panic flickering in them for the briefest moment. She didn’t know what I meant, where she was being taken, but she was smart enough to know it wasn’t good. Still, she held her ground, trying to mask her fear with a steely gaze.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded, her voice trembling despite her efforts to stay calm.

“Somewhere safe,” I said, meeting her gaze with a level one of my own. “For now, you’ll just have to trust me.”

She didn’t respond, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and resignation. I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out a way out of this. But there was no escape, not unless I allowed it. And that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

As my man approached her, I watched her closely. She didn’t resist, but the tension in her body was palpable. She knew she was out of her depth, but she was too proud to show it. I almost admired that about her.

Almost.

Without another word, she was led out of the room, and I was left alone with my thoughts. This was a complication I didn’t need, but now that she was here, I had to deal with her. I wasn’t interested in her—at least, not in the way she might fear—but there was something about her that kept nagging at me, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

But that was a problem for later. For now, I had other matters to attend to.

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