The sleek black private jet descended onto the tarmac, its engines whining into silence. Min-jae was the first to disembark, his stride sharp and impatient. Yulia followed a few steps behind, her heels clicking softly. Before they even reached the terminal, he stopped abruptly, forcing her to halt.
He turned, his face a mask of cold fury. "Do you know where my father is?"
Yulia blinked, her perfectly composed features shifting into genuine confusion. "What are you talking about, Min-jae?"
He held her gaze for a long, tense moment before his expression shuttered completely. "Nothing," he bit out, the word final. "Let's go."
They walked in stony silence to the waiting car.
***
In Do-hyun's spacious but sterile penthouse, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Do-hyun himself was slumped on the lavish sofa, staring blankly at a stack of documents for his mother's company, DM Entertainment. Seo-jun, having just finished cleaning the kitchen, watched him with growing concern.
