## Chapter 130 – 13. Ha Eun-Young (Seo Eun-Mi)
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Ha Eun-young harbored no suspicion.
*To celebrate acquiring the artificial island, we’ll hold a grand whore-fest, so everyone return.*
A Gumuyeol-esque command that gave her no reason to doubt.
Moreover, the feeling of being watched, which she had sensed before, had completely vanished.
It seemed to have started the moment she moved away from Incheon to purchase land in the Namdong Industrial Complex. The timing was so precise that she tentatively concluded it was part of a standard security procedure.
She thought they weren’t specifically suspecting her, but rather comprehensively monitoring everyone around Go Muyeol.
And in fact, there were already people within Prestige who served such a role.
This was one of Prestige’s duties, naturally performed because Go Muyeol was part of the owner’s family, regardless of each individual secretary’s office.
So, she felt somewhat at ease.
Everything that was happening was going well.
She had successfully infiltrated Prestige and risen to a fairly significant position among Go Muyeol’s inner circle.
Although she didn’t officially hold a title, she was generally considered to be next to Im Soo-ah from the beginning, but slightly below the secretary team leader.
This alone was enough to outrank most secretaries.
She was almost always in direct contact with Go Muyeol and received orders frequently.
The fact that she could receive direct orders from the owner’s family was an indication of her high status.
With such a successful infiltration, her mission was naturally progressing smoothly.
Her only concern was whether the secretly sent reports had arrived properly, but she couldn’t afford to worry about that every moment if she wanted to survive as an agent.
She also didn’t particularly worry about her colleagues.
The agents deployed for this mission were all the best of the best from the National Intelligence Service.
In fact, there were concerns that Ha Eun-young’s specs were too low. If it weren’t for her unique advantage of having lived her life as planned from the beginning, her deployment might have been canceled.
So, she didn’t waste time worrying and focused solely on her work.
*I need to go there and re-examine Go Muyeol’s movements and write a second report. Where should I send the report from?*
Thinking that, she closed her eyes for the first time in a while in the car heading to Incheon.
If Go Muyeol were next to her, he would have constantly groped or violated her, but with the secretaries, it was comfortable without such things.
Among the secretaries, she was in a position to say something, but only Im Soo-ah could do that, and since she was quiet, there was nothing to worry about.
After driving for several hours, they arrived in Incheon and transferred to an AV, heading towards the artificial island.
There was an incredibly massive structure on the sea, and the lush forest was shrinking in real-time.
*An artificial island… a national-level maritime fortress… To think that an individual can own something like this.*
It made her realize once again how much wealth the Goryeo Group was sucking out of this country.
This world where an individual can own something that even most countries can’t afford, just because they are a third-generation chaebol.
How rotten must things be for this to happen?
Someone lived a life where they were almost thrown away and died in a women’s restroom trash can.
To create a better world, the chaebols must be dismantled.
And the power must be entrusted back to the state.
For that…!
“You’ve arrived.”
Greeting them was Jin Ji-hye, the executive team leader of Go Muyeol’s secretary office.
She approached Soo-ah and whispered something.
“…I understand.”
Soo-ah nodded and approached Ha Eun-young.
“Eun-mi, there’s a place I need to take you. The master has a secret order to give.”
“A secret order?”
“Yes.”
*…What is it?*
An unknown sense of unease washed over her.
Ha Eun-young tilted her head but followed anyway.
They arrived at a large warehouse-like building.
It was late evening, so the overall atmosphere was eerie, and having such a building in front of her only amplified that feeling.
“Go in.”
In front of the building’s door, Jin Ji-hye stepped aside.
*What kind of order is it that only Im Soo-ah and I…*
Clunk.
The door opened.
And the scene inside was revealed.
“…!!”
A completely unexpected sight.
In the center, Go Muyeol was sitting casually, surrounded by his closest aides, Baekseol and Levi. Security Team Leader Kwon Dambi and Strategy Team Leader Ra Seung-hee were slightly further away.
In addition, about twenty secretaries were scattered around, creating a rather imposing sight.
*What… is that…*
Those things weren’t the important part.
That lineup was the basic composition that followed Go Muyeol whenever he moved. It was strange for Go Muyeol to be in a warehouse, but it wasn’t strange for them to be there.
The problem was the eight people (?) lying on the floor, covered in blood-stained sacks.
They seemed to have been beaten quite a bit, as the sacks were crumpled in various places, and the floor was covered in blood.
“Eun-mi, you’re here?”
Go Muyeol, legs spread wide, said while conspicuously fiddling with his member over his pants.
For some reason, her mouth started to feel parched.
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Clunk!
“!”
As the building’s door closed, Ha Eun-young, who had entered with Soo-ah and Ji-hye, flinched and looked back.
She must have been quite tense, as her smile was slightly stiff, a gesture rarely seen from her.
Well, if the space was like this, I would be tense too.
Tap, tap.
Soo-ah quickly walked over and bowed respectfully in front of me.
“I’m back, Master.”
“Good job, Manager Im. Stand here next to me.”
“Yes.”
She stepped back, and Jin Ji-hye and Ha Eun-young also approached me.
Then, they stopped in front of the eight spies sprawled on the floor.
Ji-hye greeted me and tactfully stepped aside.
Ha Eun-young was about to do the same, but I gestured for her to stop.
Thus, she was left alone in the center.
“You must have been stuck in the car for hours. You’ve worked hard.”
“…It’s nothing, Young Master.”
Ha Eun-young wore her signature smile.
That beautiful smile that makes the other person feel comfortable while simultaneously making my dick hard.
That smile I want to defile.
“You’re probably wondering about the current situation, right? Why I only called you.”
“…”
“Have you ever wondered? Why that guy mixes honorifics when he speaks to me? And why he doesn’t let me call him Master, but Young Master?”
“…Well, now that you mention it, I haven’t really thought about it.”
“I’m going to give you the answer.”
“!”
She moistened her dry lips with saliva, and the two hands she had politely placed in front of her stomach tightened slightly.
Was she nervous, or had she finished assessing the situation and was preparing to take some kind of action?
“Do you remember when we first met? When I was looking for new secretaries. You came up to me saying you wanted to be my secretary.”
“Yes… I remember.”
“Then you must remember that I didn’t choose Eun-mi and sent you back.”
“Yes…”
Her smile was still on her face, but it was starting to fade.
“The reason I did that was because I didn’t like your first impression.”
“…”
“Ah~, that bitch has the face of someone who will betray me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I thought you weren’t someone I could trust and entrust my work to.”
“…”
Ha Eun-young’s smile had almost completely disappeared.
A bitter expression was about to emerge.
But that was only for a moment.
Perhaps because it was so far removed from the expression she always wore, she sensed it herself and revived her smile.
“But after seeing you all this time, you spread your legs without complaint, work diligently, and are capable… There’s nothing bad about you.”
“Thank you.”
“So… the final test.”
“The final… test?”
“Yeah. The final… finale, you could say, for me to completely trust our Eun-mi.”
“…”
“You can’t be called Young Master forever. I still have affection for our Eun-mi. After all, you’re someone who’s been with me from the beginning, so it’s time to get the title right.”
A secretary approached Ha Eun-young and handed her a rather long sword.
She accepted the sword in a daze.
“It’s not difficult. You see those eight people in front of you? Finish them off. Prove that you absolutely obey my orders. Then you’ll get to call me Master.”
“…!”
Ha Eun-young gripped the sword hilt tightly.
And slowly walked towards the eight people.
The guy on the far right from my perspective was the first target.
Would she really do it, not knowing who they were?
But Ha Eun-young lowered her stance without hesitation and began stabbing the guy in the sack with the sword.
“Guuup! Ugh!!”
A muffled scream erupted, and dark blood slowly flowed out from under the sack.
Ha Eun-young continued to stab with a blank expression.
After doing that dozens of times, the sack that had been twitching completely stopped moving, and Ha Eun-young raised her lowered body.
“Hoo…”
“Ooh!”
I applauded her.
Ha Eun-young, who had glared at me for a brief moment, immediately moved on to the next target.
And continued what she had done before.
Stabbing and killing without hesitation.
“…?”
She tilted her head slightly when she killed V.
It seemed like she was unsure because she heard a familiar voice.
But since there was no way a guy who should be in the Pacific Ocean would be here, she probably didn’t think much of it.
Thwack!
A few minutes passed, and Ha Eun-young finally killed all eight people.
The floor was covered in blood, and the sword she was holding was dripping with blood and oil.
Ha Eun-young was completely covered in sweat and wiped the sweat and bloodstains from her face with the back of her hand and sleeve.
It was time to tell her the truth.
“Seung-hee.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ra Seung-hee went to Ha Eun-young with a document.
Ha Eun-young, who was wiping away sweat, looked at Seung-hee.
“?”
“Read it.”
Seung-hee handed over the document.
Ha Eun-young accepted the document with a slightly trembling hand and unfolded it.
“There were some things constantly lingering around me. What you finished off were those things. Spies. Informers.”
“!!!”
And her eyes widened.
Rustle,
The hand turning the pages sped up.
Instead of a graceful smile, a twitch remained on her lips,
Tension, shock, and anger were revealed.
“Come to think of it, Soo-ah,”
“Yes, Master.”
“Weren’t there two more?”
