Click.

“Sir.”

Suah opened the door for me, and I stepped outside.

Police officers lined up on either side of the car like a protective barrier. Emilia, who had been standing with a casual slouch, straightened her posture and gave a slight bow, though her expression still carried that faint scowl. The security guards she brought with her also lowered their heads.

I fully emerged. Those bowing kept their heads down.

Then, I met the eyes of the bold Prosecutor Na-eun.

She stood tall, around 170 centimeters, with a slender frame and a nicely shaped chest that seemed just right …