Inside the interrogation room, Prosecutor Kim Jun-ho sat upright across from Lee Geon-woo, his expression serious. From the very start, the conversation was filled with tension.
"You have the right to a lawyer—perhaps the same one who got you out of Dubai and helped you escape back to Korea."
Lee Geon-woo still wore that indifferent smirk, his tone playful.
"That won't be necessary. I wouldn't want to bother him over something so trivial."
Standing to the side, Jubal and Jack exchanged a glance.
Lee Geon-woo was acting like the perfect example of a spoiled rich kid.
But that didn't make sense.
Sure, his father's wealth and influence could make him unafraid of a small-time prosecutor, but there was no way he was an idiot.
Eton College, Cambridge—money and power might have gotten him in, but according to school records, his grades were solid.
An ordinary rich Korean kid was nothing in front of the FBI.
So why was this smart psychopath acting so confident in front of them?
"You don't seem worried—despite being a suspect in three murders," Jubal finally spoke up.
Lee Geon-woo cast a glance toward the two FBI agents, smirking.
"Should I be?"
Kim Jun-ho snorted coldly.
"We have evidence proving that the three female victims were tortured and murdered in your office space.
Forensics found your fingerprints and DNA at the crime scene."
"And that's strange because…?"
Lee Geon-woo leaned back, completely unfazed.
"That used to be my office, after all.
The women I dated loved the view from that window—especially at night.
If you check that spot, I'm sure you'll find even more DNA evidence.
Oh, and the furniture should've been removed by now—that's a shame.
Otherwise, you could've found more of my fingerprints and DNA on my desk.
I was very fond of that desk… but that was over six months ago."
As he finished speaking, an obscene grin spread across his face.
Kim Jun-ho's jaw twitched.
He was clearly struggling to contain his anger.
"There were no signs of forced entry.
That means whoever used that office had a key.
According to the property manager, all the keys are in your possession.
How do you explain that?"
"Good question.
I'm just as curious as you are.
Why don't you look into it some more?"
Lee Geon-woo's smile was taunting—mocking.
"Cough."
Jack, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly cleared his throat.
Kim Jun-ho had been on the verge of slamming the table in anger.
Jack placed a hand on the prosecutor's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
Then, he turned toward Lee Geon-woo with a friendly smile.
"I have a question.
And I'd really appreciate an honest answer."
Lee Geon-woo raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Do you really encourage—or even demand—that your girlfriends get plastic surgery?"
That question lit up Lee Geon-woo's face.
"Of course!
If I have to look at the same face for hours every day, why wouldn't I make it more to my liking?
You white people probably don't understand this.
But here in Korea, people have deep insecurities—which leads to overcompensating arrogance.
Just like that guy next to you."
He casually gestured toward Kim Jun-ho.
"Koreans call themselves the greatest nation on Earth…
Yet they hate their own Asian features."
Then, Lee Geon-woo pulled at the corners of his eyes, making a mocking slant-eye gesture.
"See?
A truly confident person wouldn't care about being mocked like this.
But Koreans do care.
That's why they get double eyelid surgery, eye widening, and nose jobs—they're all trying to look like white people."
His voice turned amused, almost reflective.
"I used to think the same way.
Until one day, I realized something.
Instead of fixing a Korean girl's face…
Why not just date a white girl?
That way, all she needs is a boob job."
The interrogation room fell into an awkward silence.
For a moment, Kim Jun-ho looked like he was about to explode.
But with two FBI agents in the room, he somehow held himself back.
"Where were you between 10 PM and 2 AM last night?"
Kim Jun-ho gritted his teeth and forced the question out.
"In bed.
With my fiancée.
Want details?
Just ask her."
Lee Geon-woo was openly mocking him now.
—
Outside the interrogation room, Jack put his phone on speaker.
Jubal and Kim Jun-ho stood beside him, listening intently.
"He snuck out in the middle of the night—for almost the entire night.
Yeah, his fiancée tried to cover for him at first.
But as an American, she wasn't dumb enough to lie to the FBI.
She never admitted it directly…
But it's clear that Lee Geon-woo frequently goes out at night.
Every time, he tells her it's for 'business'."
"Nice work, Hannah."
Jack ended the call.
Before he could say anything, Kim Jun-ho rushed back into the room.
He yanked Lee Geon-woo out of his chair and snapped handcuffs onto his wrists.
"You've made a huge mistake, Prosecutor.
Are you sure you want to do this?"
Even after being caught in a lie, Lee Geon-woo still acted calm.
"Look at your two American bosses.
Clearly, they don't think I'm guilty."
Jubal remained expressionless.
Jack, on the other hand, flashed a cryptic smile—as if to say, Are you sure?
Lee Geon-woo's smirk froze.
His face darkened.
"No… I changed my mind.
I want my lawyer.
I'm calling my lawyer!"
"Take him for booking."
Kim Jun-ho shoved him toward the officers at the door.
Hands on his hips, he exhaled sharply before turning to the FBI agents.
"Thanks for your help.
From now on, I'll handle the rest."
Jubal glanced at Jack, who gave a slight nod.
Jubal sighed.
"Kim, I know you won't like this, but I have to warn you—
Don't tell the public that Lee Geon-woo was arrested for murder until the evidence is solid."
Kim Jun-ho's brows furrowed again.
"What do you mean?
He lied about his alibi.
He's the only one with a key to that office.
He has a history of violence and abuse.
You saw him crack just now.
What else do you need?!"
"He doesn't fit our profile."
Jubal's voice was calm but firm.
"Lee Geon-woo is dominant, confident, and controlling.
If this was a game to him, then there should be sexual assault involved.
But there isn't.
And our team believes the killer is someone who stalks victims from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Unless Lee Geon-woo has severe dissociative identity disorder, this doesn't match his personality at all."
"So, you're saying he's innocent?"
Kim Jun-ho looked at them in disbelief.
"We agree he's a psychopath," Jack clarified.
"And we do think he's connected to this case."
Kim Jun-ho's scowl softened slightly—but then Jack added:
"But that doesn't mean he's the killer."
"You people are unbelievable…"
Kim Jun-ho's face turned red with anger.
After glaring at them for a moment, he stormed off—without another word.
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