Lahat ng Kabanata ng I'm Your Slave, Mr. CEO: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Ugh!” Ivy winced, pain shooting through her body and dragging a groan from her lips. Her eyes snapped open. Something didn’t feel right—no, everything felt wrong. And then—“AAAH!”“I’m sorry, Miss Kim!” came a startled voice.“Who are you?!” Ivy shot up, her instinct kicking in fast. Her hands fumbled for the blanket, pulling it tight over her chest like armor. What the hell—how had someone gotten into her room?“I’m Dr. Lee. Mr. Miller asked me to come and treat your injuries,” the man said calmly. “Your wounds are quite—”“No, thank you—” Ivy cut him off, her voice sharp and her body inching backward, eyeing him like a cornered animal.“Sit down,” Josh's voice sliced through the tension, calm but with a steel edge. “Just do your job, Dr. Lee.”Ivy’s head whipped toward him. He was sitting near the bed, legs crossed, looking deceptively relaxed—except for his eyes. His eyes were anything but calm.“How long have you been there?” she snapped.“Can we let the doctor finish first?” Jos

“Good morning, Miss Kim.”Ivy nearly dropped the cup she’d just washed, startled by the sudden voice. She hadn’t expected any visitors this early.“I-I’m so sorry, Miss Kim!” Danny said quickly, clearly panicking.“It’s fine,” Ivy sighed, calming her heartbeat before returning to the sink. She’d just finished breakfast with Josh not long ago. He’d mentioned he might not be back for the next two or three days—something about business in Busan. She didn’t mind. She’d gotten used to being alone in this apartment anyway.She could still hear their conversation from an hour ago playing clearly in her head.“You sure you don’t want someone to stay with you?”Ivy laughed. “Come on, I’m not a kid.” She stacked the dirty dishes in the sink. “Go be brilliant, Mr. Miller.”Josh had frowned at that. “Are you really going to call me that? You’re not my staff, you know.”That only made Ivy laugh harder. “But I like calling you that. What’s the problem? It’s still your name.”“Ivy,” Josh warned with

The black car carrying Josh and Dylan cruised steadily down the highway toward Busan. Since leaving the apartment, Dylan had been reporting various updates without pause. Josh, meanwhile, was glued to the screen of his work tablet, reviewing every report in detail.Beyond the window, the ocean slowly emerged in the distance, its deep blue shimmer barely visible through the haze—but neither man paid it any attention. Their focus remained locked on the conversation.“The latest report shows a slight drop in output from the Busan branch this quarter,” Dylan said, handing over the file he'd just mentioned. “It’s not a major decline, but enough to raise red flags. Mr. Jackson flagged it, and I dug deeper—turns out, several vendors have changed recently. One of the senior staff has close ties to Jaeyoon Jung.”Josh shifted in his seat, settled in more comfortably, though his sharp gaze didn’t waver. “Is that the sa

“Are you back at the apartment?”Ivy couldn’t say anything in return—she simply let out a long, exhausted sigh. Today had been far too draining already, and Josh wasn’t making it any easier with his relentless need to talk on the phone. That stubborn man insisted she call him immediately, while Ivy was still busy fending off her coworkers’ curiosity about the mysterious man who picked her up—someone overly respectful and oddly obedient to her every word.So she promised she’d explain everything tomorrow. No more secrets. Would that settle the matter?Of course not.On her way back to the apartment, Ivy had ended up on the phone with Josh anyway. The conversation wandered aimlessly, a back-and-forth that felt casual on the surface—just two people trying to unwind after a long day. But somehow, Josh wasn’t quite ready to end the call.“Yeah, I just got here,” she finally answered

“What’s got you looking so drained?” Josh took a slow sip of his whiskey, his gaze fixed on Ivy, whose shoulders slumped slightly as she sat beside him.The bar felt like a world apart—one reserved for a select few who never needed to ask for the price. From the moment she stepped inside, Ivy knew this wasn’t the kind of bar she was used to. The ceilings soared high above them, adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a soft, captivating glow. Dim lanterns tucked into each corner painted elegant shadows on black marble walls, catching glimpses of polished glass and bronze that radiated understated luxury.There weren’t many guests tonight. A few tables were taken by men in sharp suits and women in sleek dresses, their conversations hushed, never rising above the ambient jazz playing in the background. The scent of aged leather mingled with hints of expensive tobacco—probably from Josh’s cigar. Behind the bar, rows of rare bottles shimmered under muted light, while the bartender, dre