The night air was crisp as Yura stepped out of the sleek black car, her expression as cold and unreadable as the moon above. The entrance to the high-profile restaurant industry event was lit up with the flash of cameras and the murmur of conversations. As she adjusted the collar of her tailored blazer, Yura's gaze swept across the crowd with a mixture of disdain and calculation. She wasn't here to socialize or to enjoy the evening—she was here to ensure the success of Jiyeon's project, no matter the cost.