The next day, Euna stepped onto the school campus. Her bodyguards moved ahead, ensuring no student dared block her path.
She was dressed in a long black coat over a crisp white shirt and black tie, black gloves, tailored designer trousers, and dark tinted glasses. Her hair was swept back into a sleek style that resembled a modern mullet. She looked every bit the CEO she was — charismatic, intimidating, mafia-coded elegance.
Her mere presence sent a cold ripple across the campus. Conversations halted. Students froze mid-step.
She paused at the diamond board, skimmed the names until she saw her daughter’s, then continued toward the vice-chancellor’s office.
At that moment, Suhee was in the Diamond Room with the other S-Class students. A scholarship student — the one who usually reported
