Chapter 110: Market Collapse and Hidden Intentions

Inside the corporate office building where Eun-bi worked, the atmosphere was tense despite its polished and professional appearance. The faint hum of air conditioning blended with the distant tapping of keyboards and muted conversations of employees moving about their daily routines. Everything appeared normal on the surface—but beneath it, pressure was building.

Eun-bi walked calmly down the hallway toward her office, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. Beside her walked her female secretary, who held a glowing tablet displaying complex market charts and financial indicators.

“The current market development for our company is increasing,” the secretary explained, her tone professional yet slightly strained. “It’s nearing a resistance point. I suspect the trend line may drop sharply soon, especially since the IMF is predicted to decline.”

Eun-bi didn’t stop walking. Her expression remained composed, almost indifferent, as if the situation wasn’t nearly as serious as it sounded.

“Relax,” she said calmly. “I already have a solution for that.”

The secretary blinked, clearly surprised.

“Huh? A solution? If I may ask… could you tell me what it is?”

Eun-bi’s lips curled into a faint smile, but her eyes remained unreadable.

“That’s a secret.”

The response immediately caused the secretary to stiffen. A cold sweat formed on her forehead as she lowered her gaze.

“A-ah… I see… I will trust you then… If that’s all, I’ll excuse myself.”

Without daring to ask further, the secretary quickly walked away toward another department, leaving Eun-bi alone.

Eun-bi stepped into her office, closing the door behind her. The moment the door shut—

Her entire demeanor changed.

She leaned back against the door, exhaling sharply as she raised a hand to her face. Her calm, composed expression crumbled instantly.

“Ah… what should I do…”

Her voice trembled slightly. Sweat began to form across her forehead, trailing down her cheek.

She walked unsteadily toward her desk and sat down, her fingers tapping restlessly against the surface.

’I don’t know how to handle the IMF issue… This is seriously bad…’

Her thoughts spiraled. For all her brilliance, this situation was something she couldn’t easily solve. The uncertainty gnawed at her confidence, something she rarely allowed anyone to see.

Outside the building, a sleek SUV came to a stop.

The driver’s door opened, and Jinhoo stepped out, dressed sharply in a formal suit like any ordinary office worker. He adjusted his blue tie slightly, exhaling as he glanced up at the towering building.

“Hah… I’m honestly still a bit traumatized coming back to this place… but it can’t be helped…”

’The IMF decline is about to happen. And Eun-bi… she’s the only one who reacts too late in the original story. She didn’t know how to fix it… but I do. I’ve read this storyline over and over again.’

With that thought, Jinhoo stepped forward and entered the building.

He moved with confidence, heading straight toward the elevator. Once inside, he pressed the button for the top floor.

Just as the doors were about to close—

A woman suddenly stepped in.

“Ah, excuse me.”

She wore a name tag that read “Kim Rae,” and her long brown hair framed her face neatly.

Jinhoo shifted slightly to give her space. The elevator doors closed, and it began ascending.

He glanced at her briefly.

’This woman… Kim Rae… She’s one of the reasons Eun-bi is delayed in solving the IMF crisis.’

Before he could look away—

“Excuse me, why are you staring at me like that?”

Her voice was sharp, almost accusing.

“Uh-huh?”

Jinhoo blinked, caught off guard.

“What? Am I too beautiful or something?” she continued arrogantly. “Just so you know, my position here is very high. I could report you to Miss Eun-bi if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Uh… sorry?”

“Can you not interrupt me?” she snapped. “Huh… such a waste. A handsome face, yet with such indecent intentions.”

Jinhoo’s confusion deepened.

’What is wrong with this woman…? What’s gotten into her…?’

Meanwhile—

’huhu… This man is so handsome. I’ll make him feel guilty, and when he does, I’ll make him beg for forgiveness… and then I’ll force him to marry me! Hahaha! Perfect plan!’

Kim Rae smiled faintly to herself, clearly satisfied with her own absurd scheme.

Jinhoo simply stared ahead, deciding not to engage further.

The elevator finally reached the top floor.

The doors opened, and they both stepped out.

Kim Rae continued trying to corner him verbally, but Jinhoo remained indifferent.

’tch… this man is stubborn… He looks like a new employee too…’

They both arrived at Eun-bi’s office.

Jinhoo knocked on the door.

But before any response came—

Kim Rae pushed the door open and entered without waiting.

’hmph! I’ll show him how high my position is here.’

Inside, she walked forward and bowed respectfully to Eun-bi.

Eun-bi sat behind her desk, her gaze sharp and serious.

“Hm… what brings you here?” she asked coldly.

Kim Rae was about to respond—

But Jinhoo stepped in beside her.

The moment Eun-bi saw him—

Her eyes widened.

She immediately stood up and rushed toward him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Jinhoo~ I missed you~”

Her voice was soft, almost pleading.

Kim Rae froze in place, utterly stunned.

’w-what…? Who is this man…? How can Miss Eun-bi, who is known for being so cold, act like this around him…?’

Jinhoo, on the other hand, looked slightly uncomfortable, forcing a small smile.

“U-uhm… Eun-bi… there are other people here…”

Eun-bi suddenly snapped back to reality.

“A-ah! Uhm…”

Her face flushed red as she quickly stepped back and returned to her seat.

“So… what brings both of you here?” she asked, trying to regain composure.

“I—”

Before Jinhoo could continue, Kim Rae quickly cut in.

“I came to discuss the market situation, boss…”

Eun-bi nodded slightly.

“Oh… I see…”

She then turned her attention back to Jinhoo.

“And you, Jinhoo?”

“I came to solve the IMF problem.”

Eun-bi’s eyes widened again.

“You… can solve the IMF issue?”

“Of course.”

Jinhoo smiled confidently.

Eun-bi smiled faintly.

“As expected… from my personal assistant…”

Kim Rae’s entire body stiffened.

’p-personal assistant!? This man is Miss Eun-bi’s personal assistant!?’

Cold sweat dripped down her face.

’If he tells her what happened earlier… my career is over… After this… I have to apologize…’

Her earlier arrogance completely vanished.

Eun-bi then spoke again.

“Alright. Let’s hold a meeting.”

Jinhoo stood calmly, his confidence unwavering.

He knew exactly what to do.

He had memorized this part of the story countless times.

’If I don’t help Eun-bi solve this IMF issue… then someone else will benefit from it.’

His gaze darkened slightly.

’A villain named Picky… A man who manipulates through business. In the original story, after Eun-bi slowly resolves the IMF crisis, investors lose trust in her because she was too slow. They pull out completely.’

’That’s when Picky appears… acting like a savior. He helps her, earns her trust… and turns her into the shadow ruler of South Korea.’

’But in reality… Eun-bi becomes nothing more than his puppet.’

Jinhoo’s expression remained calm—but his thoughts were sharp.

’Picky was the only villain who managed to humiliate and outplay Lightnova…’

His eyes narrowed slightly.

’I won’t let that happen.’

He stepped forward into the meeting room with quiet determination.

Everything from this point onward—

Had to go exactly according to his plan.

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