At the entrance, Easton spotted her immediately. He straightened and gave a polite nod. “This way, Miss Min.”

Rose didn’t even glance at him. Without a word, she walked past, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, every step filled with confidence.

Finally, they reached Jungkook’s cabin. Easton opened the door for her, but it felt less like he was guiding her and more like she was leading the way. She walked in as though she owned the place.

The moment her eyes fell on the man sitting in the leather chair, she pulled off her sunglasses in one swift motion. Her lips curved into a half-smirk.

“Ahh… so it was you that day. The one my bike clashed with.”

Without waiting for a reply, she tossed the file onto his table with a dull thud, as though handing papers to Jeon Jungkook — the most feared name in the underworld — meant nothing to her.

Jungkook leaned back, smirk widening, thoroughly entertained by her attitude. He rested his chin against his hand, studying her every detail.

Rose turned on her heels, already heading toward the door. But before she could leave, Jungkook’s deep voice stopped her.

“Do you want coffee? Or something to drink?”

She paused for a second, not to consider his offer, but to roll her eyes. “I don’t want anything. And I don’t have time for… these little things.”

Then, with perfect ease, she slipped her sunglasses back on, pushed open the door, and walked out, ignoring Easton as though he didn’t exist.

Jungkook sat still for a moment, then let out a quiet laugh. His smirk deepened. Interesting. She doesn’t bend… not even a little.

As Rose stepped out of Jungkook’s cabin, her sunglasses reflected the polished floors of Jeon Corporation. Not once did she turn back. Not once did she care who was watching her. To her, Jungkook was just another man sitting on another chair.

She walked straight through the hallway, every employee bowing as she passed, but Rose didn’t acknowledge a single one. Her only focus was the exit. Within seconds, she was back in her sleek black car, tossing the file’s emptiness from her mind as though the entire visit meant nothing. For her, it really didn’t.

Upstairs, Jungkook stood by the wide glass window, watching her car drive away. His smirk lingered, but his eyes had narrowed in thought.

She didn’t care.

Not about my name. Not about my power. Not even about the fact that she was standing in my territory.

For the first time in years, Jeon Jungkook felt… challenged. Every woman he had ever met either feared him or tried to please him. But Rose Min? She had the audacity to walk into his office like it was hers and walk out as if he didn’t even exist.

Easton, who had been silently watching his boss, finally spoke. “She doesn’t respect anyone, sir. Not even you.”

Jungkook chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. “That’s what makes her different. She isn’t playing a game… she simply doesn’t care.”

He turned back toward his desk, but that familiar smirk was still tugging at his lips.

“Rose Min,” he murmured to himself, savoring her name. “Let’s see how long you can keep ignoring me.”

Rose’s car slid to a halt outside her favorite showroom. Without wasting a second, she stepped out, removing her sunglasses and tossing them onto the car seat.

Inside, the staff instantly straightened, bowing deeply. “Miss Min, welcome.”

Rose didn’t reply. Her eyes were already fixed on the sleek, brand-new bike gleaming under the lights. A smirk curved her lips. She walked up, circled it once, then ran her fingers along the handle.

“This one,” she said casually, as if she was ordering coffee instead of buying a luxury bike.

The salesman stammered, “Of course, ma’am. Do you—”

Rose cut him off, dropping her card on the counter. “I don’t test drive. Just deliver it to my house. Tonight.”

Everyone bowed again, murmuring hurried “yes, ma’am’s.”

Satisfied, Rose flipped her hair back and walked out, sliding her sunglasses back on. For her, buying her dream bike was just another normal day.

Back in her car, she leaned against the seat, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Finally mine.”

Not once did Jungkook cross her mind. Not his name, not his stare, not his smirk.

For Rose Min, Jeon Jungkook was nothing.

Meanwhile, back in Jeon Corporation, Jungkook hadn’t moved from the window. The city lights blurred outside, but in his mind, he replayed every second of her arrogance — the way she walked in, the way she spoke, the way she left without looking back.

She wasn’t his prey. She was a storm. And Jungkook, for the first time, found himself wanting to chase.