Back at the Min mansion, Rose lounged carelessly in her lavish room. The black dress she had worn to the party was tossed across a chair, and her heels—already cursed enough—lay abandoned near the door.

She sprawled across her velvet bed, scrolling lazily through her phone with one hand while the other tapped against the bedside table, the black card her father had given her still lying there.

A small smirk curved her lips as she muttered to herself, “Tomorrow, I’ll buy that beast of a car too. Bikes, cars, money—everything’s mine.”

Her eyes drifted shut, but the image of the black car from earlier flashed in her mind—the accident, the man who had stepped out, and the way he had smirked at her.

Rose opened her eyes again, scoffing softly. “Whoever he was… arrogant. Not my type.”

Yet, for reasons she couldn’t explain, the thought of his sharp gaze lingered in her mind longer than she wanted. With a sigh, she rolled over and pulled the blanket across her, drifting into sleep—unaware that the same man was also thinking of her.

Back at the Jeon mansion, Jungkook sat in his study, the dim light of the chandelier casting shadows across the room. His laptop was open, reports spread across the desk, yet his eyes weren’t on the screen.

Instead, a smirk played at his lips as he leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly against the armrest.

“Without doing anything… I got to know about her,” he muttered to himself, eyes glinting with interest. “Rose Min.”

He poured himself a glass of wine, swirling it slowly before taking a sip. The memory of her walking into the room—heels in hand, speaking without fear even in front of her father—replayed in his mind like a scene stuck on loop.

“Fearless. Arrogant. Untamed,” Jungkook whispered with amusement. “She’s… nothing like the women I’ve seen before.”

He chuckled lowly, setting the glass down, his smirk deepening.

“Rose Min… you just made things very interesting.”

With that, he closed the file in front of him, his work completely forgotten, while her image refused to leave his thoughts

In morning, Rose woke up lazily, stretched, and headed straight to the breakfast hall. The maid, bowing slightly, said softly,

“Ma’am, sir has already left for the office.”

Rose simply nodded. “Okay.”

Instead of pulling a chair like everyone else, she hopped up on the table itself, crossed her legs, and started eating directly from the plate she picked. It was her style—her rule. She hated norms, and everyone in the mansion was already used to it.

After finishing, she dusted her hands, gave a little smirk, and walked back to her room.

Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—her father.

“Daughter,” Mr. Min’s tired voice came through. “Please, can you come to the office today? I… I need your help.”

Rose sighed dramatically. “Dad…”

But he cut in quickly, almost pleading. “I can’t trust anyone right now. My secretary is… distracted with other matters. I need you.”

She leaned against her bedpost, running a hand through her hair, her eyes narrowing with slight irritation, but at the same time… she could never say no when her father truly asked.

“Fine,” she finally muttered. “I’m coming.”

She hung up, tossed her phone on the bed, and smirked to herself.

“Office, huh? Let’s see what new trouble waits for me today.”

From her sleek black car, Rose stepped out gracefully, sunglasses covering her sharp eyes, her dress hugging her figure perfectly. Heads turned instantly—employees froze in their steps, bowing with respect as she walked past, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a queen entering her palace.

She pushed open the door to her father’s cabin, removed her sunglasses, and placed them lightly on the table.

“Yes, Dad. Tell me,” she said, her tone casual but commanding.

Mr. Min leaned forward, holding out a file. “Rose, please deliver this to Mr. Jeon at Jeon Corporation.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. “That’s it?”

“I’ll send one of my employees with you,” he added carefully, knowing her habits.

But Rose raised her chin, smirking. “If I go, I go alone otherwise no.”

Mr. Min looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Alright… go.”

Rose took the file, turned on her heel, and walked out, her hair flowing behind her like a wave of authority.

Rose slid into her black car, slipped on her sunglasses, and smirked at her own reflection in the mirror. They made her look nothing less than divine. Without wasting another second, she drove straight to Jeon Corporation, her car gliding through the city like it owned the road.

Inside Jeon Corporation, Jungkook sat at his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Why hasn’t Mr. Min’s file arrived yet?” he asked, his voice sharp but calm.

Easton checked his phone and replied, “Sir, the file is on its way. Mr. Min’s daughter is bringing it herself. His secretary is… occupied.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glinting with excitement. So… once again I get to meet her. The thought of Rose walking in here thrilled him. “Easton,” he said smoothly, “go wait at the entrance. Bring her straight to me.”

Easton’s jaw tightened, irritation flickering in his eyes. Rose’s arrogance still bothered him. But he didn’t argue. With a curt nod, he walked out of the office, clearly annoyed but obedient.

A sleek black car stopped right at the entrance. Rose stepped out, the file dangling loosely in her hand as if it were nothing of value. Her sunglasses still covered her eyes, but her stride radiated power.

From his cabin window above, Jungkook stood with his hands in his pockets, watching her every move. A smirk slowly tugged at his lips. Fearless… just like that day.