บททั้งหมดของ Dynamic kiss “love has no limit”: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The soft clink of teacups and the murmur of other patrons filled The Jasmine Tea House, a quiet spot tucked away in a side street of the city. Kayla sat across from Qing Lin Young, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of green tea, her mind still reeling from the events of the past few days—Liam’s resignation from Bæbë Phi, the chaos of the boardroom, the constant weight of the secrets they carried. She’d been surprised when Qing Lin had reached out to her, asking to meet. She’d never expected the woman who was still legally Liam’s wife to want to talk to her, let alone alone.Qing Lin looked different than she had the last time Kayla had seen her. Her usual polished, composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a nervous energy—she kept fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, her eyes darting around the cafe as if she was afraid someone was watching them. Her face was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept in weeks.“Thank you for coming,” Qing Lin said, her

The glass doors of Bæbë Phi headquarters slid open, and Kayla stepped inside, her head held high, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. She was wearing a simple black coat, her bag slung over her shoulder, and in her hand, she held a small, rectangular object wrapped in gray tape—her “explosive device.” It wasn’t really a bomb, of course. It was a high-powered camera flash, modified to look dangerous, with a digital display on the front that showed a countdown timer. But to anyone who didn’t know better, it looked like something that could blow up the entire lobby.She’d spent the past night putting it together, her hands shaking as she worked. She’d known it was a risk— a huge one. But when Liam had called her, his voice tight with fear, telling her that Kang Jin had his mother and Qing Lin, that he was demanding the Project Reeds file in exchange for their lives, she’d known she had to do something. She couldn’t just sit there and wait. She couldn’t

The warehouse was thick with tension, the air still ringing with Kang Jin’s cruel words and Himy’s terrified cries. Liam stood with his hands bound, his eyes fixed on the door where Kang Jin was dragging his mother away, his heart pounding with a mix of despair and rage. He’d tried to reach the sharp piece of metal on the ground, but his movements were too slow, too restricted. He was helpless— or so he thought.But then, a voice cut through the chaos.“I don’t think so, Kang Jin.”Everyone froze. Kang Jin stopped in his tracks, turning around slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the back of the warehouse. Standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, was Mr. Park. The old computer engineer, who’d always seemed so quiet, so unassuming, looked different now— his back straight, his eyes sharp with determination.“ You?” Kang Jin scoffed, his voice filled with disdain. “What are you doing here? You think you can stop me? You’re just a old man with a computer.”

The wail of sirens cut through the night air like a jagged blade, growing louder with each passing second until they seemed to vibrate in the very bones of everyone on the bridge. Red and blue lights flashed against the steel girders, painting the scene in alternating bursts of color—bright, harsh, and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the quiet darkness that had settled over Liam and Kang Jin only moments before. Liam stood still, his hands loose at his sides, watching as a fleet of police cars skidded to a halt at both ends of the bridge, their doors flying open to reveal uniformed officers who moved with practiced efficiency, their weapons drawn but held steady, their eyes fixed on the man who had long been a ghost in the city’s criminal underworld—until now.Kang Jin, who had been walking away with his shoulders slumped, his steps heavy with defeat, froze at the sound of the sirens. He turned slowly, his face pale in the flashing lights, and for a moment, Liam saw a flicker of the

The fluorescent lights of the temporary police command center hummed overhead, casting a harsh, pale glow over the stacks of boxes and files that littered the room. It was a converted office space near the harbor, commandeered in the hours after Natali’s arrest, and it had become the hub for sorting through every piece of evidence linked to Kang Jin’s empire—from financial records to personal belongings seized from his various safe houses and properties.Liam sat on the edge of a metal folding chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. He’d been going through a box of his father’s old personal effects for hours, his eyes burning with fatigue, his mind still replaying the events of the previous night—the warehouse, Taylor’s terrified face, Natali’s rage as she was led away in handcuffs. Part of him wanted to believe that it was all over, that justice had finally been served. But another part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story—somethin