CHAPTER 55 BUSINESS TYCON.

And as Michael and Madison clung to each other, taking comfort in the knowledge that they had each other, halfway around the world, Hunter sat in the shadows of a Seoul cafe, his eyes fixed on a smartphone as he tracked their movements. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he worked, his mind filled with plans and schemes as he plotted his next move. "They think they're safe," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice as he spoke. "But they have no idea what's coming for them." And as the sun set over Seoul, painting the sky in a riot of fiery oranges and deep, moody purples, a woman with long, dark hair and sharp, enigmatic eyes poured a glass of the most expensive, most rare red wine into a delicate crystal goblet, her movements precise and measured as she held the wine to the light, admiring the deep, rich color. "Ah, Monsieur Park" she said, her voice low and silken as she spoke to the man sitting across from her. "I must say, I'm quite impressed by your persistence." "Ah