Bab 150: Volume 1] Chapter 150- Cursed.

"You..." The old man's voice rose slightly, his eyes fuming as he looked at Jiho. His face twisted with anger, the veins on his neck bulging. Jiho, however, remained unperturbed.

Ignoring his voice, Jiho walked to the table with measured, deliberate steps, each footfall echoing in the room.

She extended her hand with a steady, confident motion, opening the drawer with a soft creak. Inside, her fingers traced the edges until she found the hidden compartment, her movements precise and practiced.

She opened another column within the drawer, the faint sound of wood against wood filling the silence.

Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she took out another page of documents, her eyes scanning the contents briefly before setting them on the table.

Her expression remained cold and focused, a stark contrast to the old man's seething rage.

Seeing this, the old man's irritation deepened, his voice becoming chilling.