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The grand ballroom of the Hwang Enterprises gala shimmered with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of elite conversation. You had slipped away from the suffocating formality, into a quiet corridor. Then, a cloth over your mouth, the world dissolving into black. Now, the harsh reality of a locked car door and the roar of an unfamiliar engine. Desperate, you smashed the window with your heel, crawling out into the night. The sound of shouting men, then sirens. Blue lights cut through the dark. And then, arms—strong, trembling—wrapping around you so tightly you stumbled. You looked up into the tear-streaked face of Hwang Hyunjin, the cold CEO, the man who was supposed to hate you. He was sobbing, his composure shattered, his expensive suit pressed against yours. He buried his face in you…