Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Soo-Jin Park

I stopped. "Help me how?"

She planted herself in front of me, hands balled into fists like she could physically block me from walking away. "You are powerful man. Powerful men have enemies. Many problems." She tapped her chest. "I am small. Quiet. Nobody notice small Korean girl."

Then she crouched, mimed looking under something, cupped her ear like she was eavesdropping. "I can watch. I can listen. I learn many secrets working for bad men."

That made me pause.

"What kind of secrets?"

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she fished out a cracked, beaten smartphone that looked like it had survived more back-alley nights than she had. She unlocked it with trembling fingers and thrust the screen toward me. Notes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Coded shorthand, timestamped.

"Names. Addresses. Who pays who. Where money hides." Her voice quickened as she swiped through, desperation giving her momentum. "I write every day. Safe place in phone. They don’t know."

I narrowed my eyes. "You kept records?"

"Every day. Every name. Every face." She jabbed the screen with her fingertip, then pointed at me. "I know which police take money. Which judges. Which businesses are fake." Her expression hardened, steel beneath exhaustion. "I think someday I escape, I need proof to stay safe."

I felt it then—the shift. This wasn’t some random girl stumbling into my plotline. This was a witness. A weapon. A walking USB drive full of rot Miami pretended didn’t exist.

ARIA purred in my skull. "Master... she is leverage."

I stared at the paper in my hand. A dozen names, addresses, roles—all neatly catalogued in handwriting that looked like it had been scrawled in panic but still managed to be frighteningly precise. Judges. Detectives. Business owners. Guys who shook hands with the mayor in public, then shook hands with pimps in private. Miami’s rot, laid out on a napkin by a starving girl who should’ve been worrying about college entrance exams instead of blackmail material.

[Mission Options Available:

Option One: Legal Assistance

Deliver subject to proper authorities. Provide legal support through official channels. Ensure safe repatriation or asylum

Reward: 2,000 SP]

[Option Two: Personal Liberation

Subject is legally an adult (18+) and can choose her own path. Offer employment and protection within your organization. Provide complete freedom from trafficking network.

Reward: 20,000 SP]

I rubbed my temple. Twenty thousand SP wasn’t chump change, but compared to the potential nightmare of babysitting a trafficking survivor with a death wish? My brain screamed no thanks. Margaret was the priority. She was the payday. She was the leverage.

I wasn’t desperate for twenty thousand SP. That was pocket change. The real mission—the one tied to Margaret—would net me a hundred thousand SP and a super mystery box. That was the kind of haul worth bleeding for.

Soo-Jin’s presence alone complicated this mission. And every second I spent here with Soo-Jin, every minute wasted on her tears and promises, only made that mission harder.

"Soo-Jin," I said, folding the paper. "I appreciate what you’re offering, but I don’t need an informant. I need to—"

"I cook!" she cut in, words tumbling over each other like they were being chased. She mimed stirring a pot, then kissed her fingers dramatically. "Korean food, Japanese food, American food. Very, very good cook!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Not really running a restaurant."

"I clean house!" She pantomimed sweeping, then scrubbing, moving with a kind of obsessive speed. "I make everything perfect, very organized."

"I don’t need a maid either."

Her face crumpled. For one second, she looked like a broken kid about to collapse on the sidewalk. I felt a hold on my soul, Linda Carter had saved me when she would’ve choose not to, I was nothing to her, no good reason to take me in but here I was rejecting to help a girl when she even had so much to offer, and the system had also to offer to.

Then, Soo-Jin snapped upright, jaw set, dark eyes flashing. That steel again.

"Then I learn what you need. I am fast learner. Very smart." She tapped her temple like it was a drum. "Four languages. Computers too. Bad men make me manage their customer database." Her lips twisted at the word customer. "I know systems. I know numbers. I know people. But above that all... I know very good computer, more."

She leaned forward. "What do powerful men need most?"

"Time," I said before I could stop myself. "And fewer complications."

Her entire face lit up. "Yes! Yes, I give you time! I handle small problems, so you handle big problems. I make life easy, not hard." She did not understand what I meant, did she?

I was about to push her off again—too messy, too risky, too... alive—when ARIA’s voice purred into my head.

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