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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“Didn’t you tell Mina?”
When her father asked about the still-missing living expenses, her mother, who was ladling out the bean sprout soup, shook her head.
“I did tell her…”
“And why the hospital all of a sudden? This is all because she doesn’t take care of herself, tsk.”
He grumbled, poking at the side dishes with his chopsticks, showing his displeasure.
“Don’t be too hard on her. She seems to be overwhelmed with work.”
Her mother continued, glancing at her husband.
“She’s the only one earning money in this house right now. It’s not good to criticize her too much.”
“…”
Perhaps it hit a nerve, but her father didn’t say anything.
-*Zing*
The woman’s cell phone vibrated.
After finishing putting the side dishes on the table, she checked her phone.
“She sent it….Huh? Why did she send so much?”
“Why? How much did she send?”
“40,000…?”
“40,000? 40 million won?” [T/N:Approximately 30,000 USD]
On the mother’s phone, there was a deposit record along with a one-line KakaoTalk message.
“Why would she suddenly send such a large sum of money?”
Why all of a sudden?
The questions only grew as confusion deepened.
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Monday. 8 a.m.
The director arrived at work early, preparing for the monthly executive meeting.
This was because he needed to review the materials and briefly finish preparing for the presentation.
“Huu…”
Looking at the well-organized materials, he thought.
‘Team Leader Lee does her job well.’
It would be better if she were a little more docile, but he didn’t like the way she argued about everything.
“But what should I do about this accident?”
In-ho’s death. It was an accident that occurred while he was going down to Busan to handle work, so it was considered an industrial accident.
He was worried that the bereaved family might file a lawsuit, so he even went to the funeral and showed his sincerity.
But people’s hearts change as quickly as boiling water, and he was troubled by the uncertainty of how they would react after the funeral.
I should have just told him not to go.
If he had made a phone call himself, the problem could have been solved locally in Busan.
He had acted stubbornly because he wanted to get back at Lee Mina, who was acting like a queen.
He also had the ulterior motive of taking care of Hye-young, who he was close to.
“Ugh…”
What should I do about this?
-*Knock knock*
He heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Lee Mina opened the door and entered the room.
“Oh? You’re here early?”
Lee Mina, with severe dark circles under her eyes, came in holding an iced Americano.
“I woke up a bit early, so I thought I’d come in. We have the executive meeting today, right?”
She asked kindly, handing him the coffee.
‘Huh? What’s with her?’
The director thought for a moment but soon convinced himself.
‘Well, she’s in a tough spot now. She must be trying to get on my good side.’
She does good work, though. Maybe if I handle her a few more times and tone down her attitude, it might work out.
He thought this as he sipped his coffee.
“I’ll go back to my seat. Have a good day.”
As he sent her off, he took a few more sips of the coffee.
Ten minutes later…
The director, who was looking at the materials, rubbed his neck.
“What… why is it so stiff?”
He also felt a bit sluggish.
“Uh… uh?”
His tongue also felt heavy. He tried to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out properly.
Huh? What’s going on? What’s wrong with me!
He hurriedly got up to go outside, but his legs got tangled and he fell.
-*Thud*
A heavy sound echoed in the office.
“Ughhhhh…”
He kept making a sound that was somewhere between a human and an animal.
Quickly! Someone, please come!
“Lee Mi… na…!”
He squeezed out the name of the person who should be in the office.
“Lee… Mi Na…!”
After a few screams, someone knocked on the door of the office.
-*Knock knock*
“Ughhhhh!”
-*Creak creak*
He heard footsteps slowly approaching.
The fallen director could only see her shoes.
“Oh my, what happened?”
“119… 119…” [T/N: Emergency services number in Korea]
“Did you enjoy the coffee?”
Her voice seemed to crawl up his spine.
“Ugh..?”
The director, who couldn’t even lift his head while lying on the floor, made a sound of incomprehension.
“It’s not good for your body to lie down like this. I’ll help you up. Don’t worry, it’s not a deadly poison.”
She struggled to lift him up and sat him on the chair.
The director’s eyes, now seated in the chair, rolled back.
Now, the only part he could move was his eyes.
“Phew… you’re heavy. You should exercise a bit.”
She wiped sweat from her forehead, probably because she had to lift someone who was almost twice her body weight.
Now that he was facing her, he saw the blade in her hand and flinched.
“The world has become quite scary these days. If you give them money on Telegram, they’ll send you drugs like this right away by quick delivery, you know?”
Mina’s eyes sparkled as she said this, as casually as if talking about the weather.
“It’s a drug that paralyzes the body but doesn’t kill the senses. They said it’s some kind of narcotic. I don’t know the exact ingredients.”
She tied his body with tape.
This was to prevent any possible accidents.
“Wh… at…”
He barely managed to speak, but what came back was not an answer.
A chilling sensation radiated from his navel.
“!!!!!”
A knife was lodged around his belly button. And Mina was gripping it tightly.
Mina brought her face close to the director’s and said,
“How does it feel?”
“Ughhhhh.”
As weight was put on the knife, his eyes rolled back.
-*Slap!*
Then she slapped him across the face.
“How does it feel? Ah, you can’t speak, right? I’m sorry. I wasn’t being considerate.”
“It’s chilling, isn’t it? It feels like you’re being cut by the wind, doesn’t it? ? Do you feel a burning sensation?”
-*Press*
The blade penetrated deeper into his stomach.
“That’s how my heart feels right now. You son of a bitch.”
“We shouldn’t dirty the office.”
A lump of blood welled up, but a towel blocked his mouth.
The towel was stuffed in, blocking his throat.
He struggled with all his might as he felt suffocated.
-*Slice slice*
With an uncomfortable sound, her hand moved up to his solar plexus.
“Ugh…”
“Didn’t you give me some advice, Director? To work with fighting spirit?”
The reflection of himself in her lifeless eyes was so grotesque.
The overwhelming fear of death.
“Hwaiting, hwaiting.” [T/N: A Korean phrase used to encourage someone, similar to “Go for it!”]
-*Scrape, scrape*
“Hwaiting, hwaiting.”
-*Crunch crunch*
“Hwaiting hwaiting hahahahahahahahahahaha!!”
She burst into a mad laugh and leaned back.
As he heard her laughter, his consciousness slowly faded, as if sinking into deep sleep.
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😨 je vais pas mentir depuis que j’ai lu ce chapitre j’ai la partie de mon nombril qui est devenu chaud et ça pique aussi