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The scissors froze mid-air.
A single overhead light exposed every knot, every tear, every uneven breath as the homeless woman sat in the luxury salon chair, shoulders trembling. Whispers spread like a disease—clients lifting phones, stylists stiff with disbelief.

Two security guards hovered near the door, hands ready.
Then the most dangerous man in Seoul stepped forward.


Hyun Jae.
The Korean mafia boss whose name emptied rooms and ended lives with one phone call.

He studied the woman’s matted hair—so long it brushed the marble floor—then lifted his gaze to her face. Bruised pride. Bone-deep exhaustion. Quiet defiance. When her eyes finally met his, the air shifted.

Something inside him cracked.
Because he recognized her.

Not her face.
Her name.
The receptionist swallowed hard, reading the appointment sheet aloud.
“J-Joy…?”

Hyun Jae’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled slowly into a fist.
Why did that name sound like a ghost he’d buried years ago?
Joy flinched, bracing for laughter, for disgust, for guards dragging her out. She prepared to run.
Instead, Hyun Jae raised one hand.
The entire salon went silent.
“Lock the doors,” he said calmly. “Cancel every appointment.”