Jun-ho lowered his weapon slowly. The click of the hammer being decocked sounded like a sentence of pardon, yet one laden with chains.
— Control of the corporate network and the legal front companies is out of your hands as of today. You will lose your house, your car, your company, and your bank account — Jun-ho sentenced, his voice cutting. — The two of you will live in isolation. Locked away in the peripheral properties. From this second on, you are ghosts. You only leave there if I order it, and when I order it.
Jung let out a shaky sigh of pure relief. Behind him, So-yong wept in silence.
— As for you, So-yong Dantes — Jun-ho moved around his brother and stopped in front of her. — If you try to run, if you try to contact Gregory, or if Jung steps out of line because of you... I will kill you. And then I will kill him for having been weak. Am I clear?
— Yes... Yes — she murmured, her forehead resting against the floor.
