As the crew resumed their work, Mingwa straightened her posture, letting a faint smile linger on her lips. She had gotten used to this game. Harin had tried to tear her down in front of everyone, but Mingwa had turned the tables effortlessly. She couldn't deny the satisfaction bubbling up within her—this was only the beginning.
Sihua approached Mingwa with a smirk, clearly impressed. "You handled that beautifully. I thought she was going to get the upper hand there for a second."
Mingwa shrugged, her eyes still lingering on Harin, who was now being tended to by a few crew members. "She thinks she's clever, but I've dealt with people like her before. As long as I keep my cool, she'll unravel on her own."
Sihua's grin widened, but her tone lowered. "I know you don't need the advice, but watch your back. She's desperate, and desperate people are dangerous."
