Jieun lay crumpled on the corridor floor, her body a map of bruises and sticky fluids, chest heaving with ragged sobs. The snickers of the staff faded into a distant hum as strong hands seized her ankles, dragging her backward across the cold tile. She twisted weakly, nails scraping uselessly against the ground, but Ian's grip was unrelenting. 'Not so fast, you worthless hole,' he growled, his voice low and laced with amusement. He hauled her naked form through the nearest door into the sprawling company office—his domain, a vast open space filled with desks, monitors, and wide-eyed employees frozen in their tasks.