Chapter 256.2

Chapter 256.2

Even though he didn’t want to part like this and offered to drive her to the assembly point, his wife firmly refused. He briefly considered secretly following her, as he still couldn’t shake his worry, but he gave up on the idea, thinking she’d probably smash the head of any fake husband she spotted.

Seoryeong had her pride, and since she had made up her mind, he shouldn’t be the fool who interfered with his wife’s professional life. So, even if he was seething inside, he saw her off with composure.

Even after the front door closed and the sound of her footsteps faded, Lee Wooshin remained standing there for a while. Staring at the empty foyer that still held her scent, he suddenly rushed breathlessly to the balcony.

His jaw clenched as he watched through the window Seoryeong’s retreating back, pulling her suitcase into the distance. He raised his wrist to check his watch; her vital signs were registering normally.

The regular heartbeat blinked on the screen at steady intervals. A sign she was still nearby. But that distance would only grow greater from now on.

Sensing the coming week would be hell, Lee Wooshin ran a hand down his face. Listlessly, he picked up his phone and spoke, his tone flat.

“Channa. Activate the Owl Control Center.”

He had no energy left. Moving sluggishly, Lee Wooshin changed his clothes and headed straight to the workshop.

He had a great deal to do starting now. First, he prepared a cover identity as a civilian businessman to back up his wife.

The necessary documents piled up like a mountain: cooperation certificates with the NGO Seoryeong was infiltrating, access permits, passports, authentication papers, and more.

Additionally, he established emergency response scenarios and recalled special operatives who were out on separate missions. Time flew by just doing that.

Channa screamed at the deluge of work, but she threw herself into the tasks without another word after he slid her a jaw-dropping bonus.

She clicked her tongue as she looked at the monitors filling the surveillance room.

“The boss isn’t in his right mind either…”

“It’s already been five days since I last saw Seoryeong. What husband wouldn’t be going crazy and barely holding on?”

“….”

“Take your eyes off. What do you know, you’re not even married.”

“Holy hell…”

Channa looked at his disheveled state with a disgusted expression.

He wore the same wrinkled shirt from days ago, and his messy hair hung gloomily over his forehead. His bloodshot eyes, from lack of sleep, never left the monitor.

The surveillance room was packed with monitors glowing blue, covering the walls. Dozens of screens constantly streamed footage of her daily life.

Channa, who had hacked the coordinates of the Owl’s location, couldn’t rest as she tracked her movements in real-time.

She had redirected all the local video feeds to this room, and a real-time facial recognition program automatically identified her.

Moreover, they had fitted the tiny grooves on the watch face the Owl wore and her necklace with micro-cameras. Thanks to that…

“So that’s the fake husband bastard, right?”

Lee Wooshin hadn’t even left work; he just sat here, perfectly still, watching only his wife.

No, more accurately, he was watching the face of the undercover husband that occasionally came fully into the Owl’s view. That fucking face.

“Look at that. Haha. Look at how sinister that bastard’s eyes are. Why is he looking at Seoryeong like that? Where is my Owl looking and smiling at right now? Damn it, I’ve never met a guy with a sharp jawline who had a good personality, or a guy with upturned mouth corners who was decent.”

“…Please don’t embarrass yourself with your facial analysis skills anywhere else.” Channa looked at her employer, who bore darker circles under his eyes than anyone else.

She no longer had the energy to shout. Only a sigh escaped her.