Chapter 12 : I’ll Kill You All (1) (Part-1)

Dongyang Department Store.

A woman clad in tattered and worn clothing was forcibly brought into the president’s office located on the top floor by security personnel clad in uniforms.

They pushed her down into a folding chair with a loud thud and removed her hat, exposing a face heavily coated in layers of makeup, which obscured her true age and made her appear almost unrecognizable.

The moment the woman in the suit, seated behind the large desk, caught sight of that heavily made-up face, she reacted with a visible grimace that expressed her intense disgust.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you think? Can’t I come see my little sister?”

“Cut the crap. Why the hell are you even showing your face here, Han… Siyeon.”

She was about to say “President Han” but stopped herself and corrected it.

They were both named Han and both presidents, so calling one “President Han” was just asking for confusion.

“What? Thought I was dead? I see you were already preparing to cut ties. I heard you even called a lawyer to terminate the partnership with Oriental Shipping?”

“The company’s still running fine, but you’re pulling this crap? Oh, what—were you just itching to completely roll over for Geummyeong Group? Like, ‘We have no ties to Oriental Shipping, nope, not us.’”

“Yeah, we rolled over. We just went public and finally turned the department store profitable, and now what? What do you expect me to do? You wrecked everything with your mess, and now you want to drag our perfectly fine business down with you?”

President Han Siyeon let out a bitter laugh.

All she had done was adhere to the directives issued by headquarters, seizing an opportunity to acquire a building at a surprisingly low price during an auction, intending to transform it into a new operational base for Oriental Shipping.

However, it just so happened that this particular building was one that Geummyeong Group was attempting to transfer covertly among its network of shell companies.

It was no surprise that thugs were causing an uproar, insisting that she relinquish control of the property.

She’d brushed it off, thinking HQ had her back—never expected they’d come charging in with guns.

It was an unexpected and sudden surprise attack.

She found herself in a situation where she couldn’t even manage to gather all her employees in one place, let alone muster the strength or resources to mount any form of resistance or organized defense.

All she could do in that moment was flee for her safety.

She was left wondering if Headquarters would come to her aid since she had dutifully followed the orders given to her, which she believed meant she had some degree of protection.

In her mind, she pondered whether her little sister would intervene and send assistance, as she had done in the past.

It felt overwhelmingly absurd.

Han Siyeon didn’t expect a damn thing from them.

HQ had to know how this would play out when they gave the order.

She’d been used and thrown away, plain and simple.

And her sister definitely wasn’t clueless to all this.

“You’d better get the hell out while I’m still being nice. Otherwise, I’ll kill you myself.”

Why would she take in someone thrown away by HQ and now hunted by one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates, Geummyeong Group?

Honestly, even letting her into the department store was dangerous.

Geummyeong had spies everywhere—why would Dongyang be any exception?

That bastard CEO Kim, if he learned it in the NIS, he’d use everything in the book.

“Why do you keep calling me ‘you’? I’m your big sister. Call me that, won’t you?”

Click—the younger Han, her sister, pulled out a revolver and pointed it at her.

Whether it was nerves or weak arms, the trembling of the gun made Han Siyeon snort.

“Get out. Unless you want to die.”

“Call me sister. You used to say it all the time. What happened to you?”

“Ugh! I said get out, sister! Come on!”

“Huhuhu… fine. I’ll go. But just do me one little favor before I leave.”

“Oh, for crying out loud!”

Why the hell was this crazy woman doing this to her?

Fifteen years ago, they had entered Korea’s market at the same time.

But in the beginning, HQ support all went to her sister’s shipping company.

While she poured insane time and money into building a foothold for a Chinese-owned department store in Korea, with its fierce competition, she hadn’t received a single ounce of help—not even once—from her sister.

And now what? Now that she’s about to get crushed by the Koreans, she comes crawling back?

“Because I’m your sister”? Please.

This woman was insane.

She needed to know her limits.

The younger sister, Han, started to tear up as she pointed the gun closer.

“I built everything here with my own hands. Have I ever begged you for help just because we share blood? How could you be so shameless? If you screwed up and you’re about to die—then just die alone! Don’t drag me down with you!”

“I didn’t come to beg. I came to propose a deal. Something I think you’ll like.”

“Don’t make me laugh. You lost everything—your men, your position. I heard even the Incheon Port branch already replaced you and is running fine with an acting president.
So what exactly can you offer me?”

“If I regain HQ’s trust, I’ll be reinstated in no time. And when I’m back, I’ll give you all the shipping company’s buildings in Gangnam—except the Seoul branch building.”

“B-Buildings? Which ones?”

“Jakyung Tower and the WW Building. You know, the ones you said you wanted—the 52-story and 40-story ones. Those.”

The younger Han gulped.

Those two buildings… that’s what, several years’ worth of department store revenue?

Four? No, five years?

Dongyang Department Store.

A woman in rags was dragged by security guards into the CEO’s office on the top floor.

They forced her into a folding chair.

When they took off her hat, a heavily made-up face appeared—one so caked with makeup, it was hard to guess her age.

The woman in the suit across the desk frowned instantly.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“What do you think? Can’t a sister come see her little sister?”

“Cut the bullshit. What are you doing here, Han… Siyeon.”

She stopped herself from calling her “President Han” because both of them shared the same last name and title.

Calling out “President Han” would’ve only confused things.

“What? You thought I was dead? I saw you were already trying to cut ties. Heard you even brought in a lawyer to sever the partnership with Oriental Shipping.”

“The company is finally stable and in the black after going public. What do you want me to do? You’re the one who blew everything up—why drag our clean house into your mess?”

Han Siyeon chuckled bitterly.

All she had done was purchase a cheap auction-listed building under HQ’s orders to make it a base for Oriental Shipping.

Turned out, that building was one GoldMyung Group had been trying to move quietly from one shell company to another.

No wonder some hired thugs had been causing a ruckus, trying to make them give up the place.

She’d just brushed them off, thinking HQ would handle things—but who would’ve guessed they’d show up armed?

Caught completely off guard, they couldn’t even fight back properly, just barely managed to flee—forget saving the staff.

HQ gave the order, but would they come save her?

Would her little sister step up to help?

Screw that.

Han Siyeon found herself caught entirely off guard, not anticipating anything at all.

The headquarters must have possessed some foresight regarding the possibility of such a situation arising—they put her to use for their own purposes and then discarded her without a second thought.

Moreover, it was painfully evident that her sister was fully aware of the harsh reality as well.

“You need to leave, now. Or I swear I’ll kill you myself.”

Why would she take in a walking target hunted by GoldMyung Security?

It was risky enough just letting her into the department store.

GoldMyung had spies everywhere—what made Dongyang Department Store any different?

That bastard CEO Kim would use every dirty trick he learned in the NIS.

“Why do you keep calling me ‘you’? It’s sad, sis. Say ‘big sister’ like you used to.”

Click.

Her younger sister—the other President Han—pulled out a revolver and pointed it at her.

Maybe it was nerves, or weak arms, but the gun trembled in her hands. Han Siyeon just snorted.

“Get the hell out. Unless you want to die.”

“Call me ‘sister’. You used to say it so sweetly. What happened to you?”

“Ugh! Get out, sister, please!”

“Hahaha. Fine. I’ll go. But grant me just one little request.”

“Oh, come on!”

Why on earth was this unpredictable and irrational woman engaging in such outrageous behavior?

Fifteen years prior, both sisters simultaneously ventured into the Korean market, embarking on their respective business journeys.

However, the disparity in support from their headquarters was glaringly evident, as the lion’s share of resources and assistance was directed solely towards the elder sister, who successfully managed the shipping company.

In stark contrast, Han, the younger sister, devoted an enormous amount of time, energy, and financial resources to establish a department store brand that was based in China.

This endeavor unfolded within an intensely competitive market, one that was overwhelmingly dominated by colossal retail chains with deep pockets.

Despite her tenacity and hard work, she found herself without any form of support from her sister—there was not even a single instance of aid or encouragement offered along the way.

And now, what was the situation?

After enduring devastating setbacks at the hands of their Korean competitors, she was seeking help because they shared a familial bond?

It was hard to believe that anyone could be so naive.

The younger President Han’s eyes brimmed with tears as she maintained her grip on the gun, steady and unwavering, aiming it with determination.