The cab ride to Tae’s mansion took seventeen minutes. He counted each one, thumb tapping against his thigh. The Rolex from Mrs. Choi ticked mockingly on his wrist.

When the gates swung open, his breath snagged. Tae stood framed in the doorway—a vision in peach silk that barely covered her thighs. The dress clung to every curve, the neckline plunging dangerously low. Moonlight caught the diamond choker at her throat.