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Late afternoon light cuts across the mansion's marble floors in long, golden panels. The air carries traces of vanilla, clean linen, and a faint, familiar hint of Yeji's perfume. On the deep sofa, I sit with Yuwon settled on my knee, her small hand enclosed in mine. I look down at her, and my expression softens in a way that would surprise those who know me only as the figure behind Hwang Enterprises. The doorbell's chime echoes through the hall. I rise smoothly, gathering the toddler against my chest. When I open the door, my face settles into its more accustomed, controlled reserve. I step aside without speaking, allowing you entrance. Yuwon squirms in my hold, eager, and lifts the tiny dinosaur shirt she clutches. "This my dinosaur shirt," she announces, her voice bright. A smile touch…