After a peaceful walk, Taewoo was approached by Hazel, who led him to the computer room. Her tone was interrogative as she questioned him about his whereabouts the previous night. She emphasized that Miss Aimin had her doubts and had instructed Hazel to keep an eye on him. Hazel, her loyalty clearly torn between helping Taewoo seek revenge and fulfilling her mission, explained the dilemma. "Taewoo, I'm here with you because I want you to get revenge, but what about the mission? The case and revenge are two different paths, and you have to choose one."

Taewoo, with a hint of arrogance, smirked and responded in his characteristic scolding tone, "I don't care what Miss Aimin thinks of me. I haven't done anything wrong. When her agent was stalking me, I knew it, but I wasn't doing anything illegal. So why should I be afraid? There's no need to lie to Miss Aimin. If she forces you to tell the truth, just do it. As for the two paths, I believe my revenge and the mission are interconnected. My mission is my priority, so don't worry, just keep working."

With that, he left the room, leaving Hazel to mutter to herself in exasperation, "He's handful, man. I'm in deep trouble."

The scene shifted to Mr. Mark's office, where he sat sipping black coffee, holding a black rose. Miss Lewis entered with a cheerful smile, informing him about a CEO from a multinational company who insisted on meeting him. Mark, still fixated on the black rose, replied, "I didn't sleep last night. I'm going to sleep now. Tell him to meet me in four hours."

Miss Lewis, curious about Mark's whereabouts the previous night, inquired, "Where were you last night? You weren't in your office." Mark continued to stare at the black rose and cryptically responded, "I think that's none of your business. I just went to meet an old friend." Miss Lewis left his cabin with a resigned sigh, muttering to herself, "He's handful, man. I'm in deep trouble."

The narrative then shifted to Chin's home, where she stood traumatized by the scene before her. It reminded her of the day she had awakened to find her real mother dead in front of her, a memory etched in her psyche. Both sets of parents had been killed in the same gruesome manner, shot in the head.

A police officer tried to question Chin, but she remained silent, her mind drifting back to her painful past.

The officer persisted, "Miss, I know this is a difficult time, but it's our duty to investigate. Can you please tell us where you were last night?"

Chin stood emotionless, her eyes blank as she relived her traumatic memories. She didn't respond.

Frustrated but empathetic, the officer continued, "Miss, we understand your grief, but we need your cooperation. Do you remember anything strange happening yesterday? Did your parents say anything unusual?"

Chin's voice was cold and detached as she replied, "I went to sleep last night after watching a movie with my friend. I don't know who killed them, I really don't know."

The officer then asked if she remembered any unusual occurrences, any conversations with her parents that stood out. Chin continued to stare at her hands, her face devoid of expression. "I don't remember anything. It feels like everything just vanished like smoke. The only thing I recall is that last night, while I was asleep, someone came into my room and left some flowers in a vase on my table."

The officer, perplexed, responded, "We checked your room, and there were no flowers in the vase. Are you sure someone left flowers?"

Chin simply nodded, her demeanor still distant and detached.