The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 75

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This Life’s Hit Song Is Revenge
Chapter 75
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The text wouldn’t flow smoothly as she read it.
There were too many words that caught her attention.
If it had been before seeing Lee Jae-i’s article, it might not have seemed strange.
‘Voice Data utilization, text length and tone…….’
Even as her eyes tracked the words, it felt like a highlighter was being drawn across them.
It sounded far too plausible.
The suspicion that had germinated grew at an astonishing pace.
Park Jeong-cheol pushed himself up from his seat at once.
‘I need to check again.’
He left his own Office and headed for the CEO’s Office.
When he pushed open the heavy frosted glass door—
Click.
In the silence that should have filled the space, the sound of a mouse click came first.
Park Jeong-cheol’s footsteps stopped at the threshold.
The Chairman’s computer.
And sitting before it was Yoo Young-jae.
That single scene alone sent a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.
Yet Yoo Young-jae simply pulled his gaze from the monitor and looked up with perfect composure.
“Park, what brings you here?”
He spoke without the slightest hesitation, as though he owned the place.
Park Jeong-cheol paused before answering, his eyes sweeping the room.
In that moment, Yoo Young-jae’s face, which had been catching the monitor’s light head-on, slowly darkened.
Park Jeong-cheol’s gaze fixed on the movement of organizing the keyboard.
“Why were you in here?”
It was a primal question.
Yoo Young-jae looked at him for a moment, then leaned back deeply in the chair and smiled.
“Seems like I asked you first, didn’t I?”
When Park Jeong-cheol said nothing, Yoo Young-jae spun the revolving chair halfway and spoke first.
“Personal business. I needed to access a site using my public certificate.”
“…….”
Maintaining his silence, Park Jeong-cheol let Yoo Young-jae continue helpfully.
“The company PC has Auto Backup, you see. Personal information is sensitive these days, isn’t it? Didn’t feel right handling it at my own desk.”
A current of electricity passed through his brain, sharp and clear.
‘Ah.’
It was a detail he’d been too accustomed to even consider.
The misaligned puzzle piece suddenly snapped into place with that single sentence.
‘……Backup System.’
This was the moment Park Jeong-cheol understood why Yoo Young-jae had come to the CEO’s Office.
The PC in the CEO’s Office maintained a separate Dedicated Storage in the Backup System.
While the IT team managed access logs for office PCs, the security team held access rights to the Dedicated Storage.
In other words, a structure that couldn’t be accessed arbitrarily.
Every sentence arranged itself in his mind like autocomplete search suggestions.
“And you, Park? What brought you here?”
He consciously controlled the narrowing of his eyes as he answered.
“Last year’s financial records are kept in the CEO’s Office. I needed to cross-reference some digital and printed materials.”
It was a quick-witted improvisation.
He was surprised at how smoothly the lie had flowed.
Yet what was more remarkable was his own heart, which had remained calmly settled.
Because of it, his expression and manner seemed unremarkable.
Yoo Young-jae nodded, then rose from the chair.
“Well then, carry on with your work.”
Yoo Young-jae’s footsteps moved toward the door.
He exited the CEO’s Office with seamless, economical movements.
There was nothing guarded about it—a clean, unadorned exit.
Everything had been far too smooth. His nerves were on edge.
Park Jeong-cheol’s ears pricked up.
He caught each individual click of the dress shoes against the marble floor.
He lowered his breathing and absorbed every sound around him.
Only after the footsteps had faded a bit further did he faintly hear the Elevator’s announcement.
– This is the 9th floor.
– Ground floor. Going down.
Even after that, he remained motionless for several seconds.
What if Yoo Young-jae had mixed noise simulating movement into his exit?
Perfect silence.
Only then did Park Jeong-cheol release his breath.
“Ha.”
He pressed his fist hard against his forehead.
Then he deliberately scrunched his face with force.
Park Jeong-cheol sat directly in the chair still warm from Yoo Young-jae’s body.
The moment the Computer powered on, the first thing he checked was the recent files in the file explorer.
On the monitor, the list of recent files flickered.
[Voice_Ver. 3_Final]
Could it really be this blatant?
He wanted to deny it, but the title touched a chilling intuition.
He immediately searched for the listed item, but the results came back empty.
“Did he delete this before leaving?”
His instinct drew his gaze to the trash bin icon.
The translucent image already showed it was empty, but his cursor compelled him to double-click the icon anyway.
‘That’s right…… nothing.’
A pristine white screen appeared.
But even the traces were enough.
Next to the name of the just-deleted file, the timestamp remained starkly visible.
[1:18 PM]
Merely four minutes ago.
It coincided with the time Yoo Young-jae had left the CEO’s Office.
Park Jeong-cheol rushed to open settings and checked the Auto Backup interval.
“One minute intervals….”
Unchanged, the same setting as that day.
If that was the case, it meant a 99% chance the deleted file could be recovered.
The probability that Yoo Young-jae had accomplished all of this within one minute was only 1%.
The tips of his fingers began to stiffen with an electric sensation.
He clenched his fists, then slowly released them, breathing in deeply.
A memory buried somewhere in his mind surfaced on his breath.
‘Oh! Park, I must have hit delete instead of save. How embarrassing. Should I ask you to send it again?’
The Chairman’s troubled voice.
‘There should be a way to recover it. Shall I look into it?’
He’d answered without hesitation back then.
‘Yes, thank you. No one likes being asked to do work twice. I’m asking this of you.’
That day had been too late.
The Auto Backup interval had been too long—the file was lost.
So after that day, he’d set the backup to run at one-minute intervals.
It had been the Chairman’s instruction—he didn’t want to inconvenience the staff again.
A feeling that defied explanation rose from deep in his chest.
Wasn’t it strange?
Why had he learned about this of all things, and why had he crossed paths with Yoo Young-jae every time he entered the CEO’s Office?
He couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t coincidence but fate dragging him forward.
“Chairman…….”
The sound emerging from his throat felt like falling leaves crumbling.
What was he to do?
Park Jeong-cheol already knew the answer.
He knew which judgment was right, and where that direction pointed.
The problem was how crystal clear that choice had become.
‘The Chairman’s only son…….’
Embezzlement of Public Funds.
Siphoning company money for private gain.
Legally speaking, there was nothing more to say.
But there was a point that held Park Jeong-cheol back from letting go.
It was a company built by the father, and the end of that choice wasn’t meant to harm anyone.
That alone was the only factor that could make him consider the word leniency.
But this.
‘This is different.’
He drew a firm line in his mind.
This wasn’t something that could be covered by private sentiment.
Park Jeong-cheol desperately needed a conversation with the Chairman.
Could he overlook everything he’d learned for the Chairman’s sake?
That question alone would cost him a sleepless night.
But there was one thing he knew for certain.
‘Whatever decision the Chairman makes.’
Evidence must exist.
If he chose to raise the rod against his own son, he would need grounds to match.
‘If it’s not that…….’
Then he could destroy it.
At the very least, he wanted to leave that choice in the Chairman’s hands.
He felt that his own conflict could only find direction once he confirmed it.
Park Jeong-cheol drew his Cell Phone from his jacket pocket with heavy hands.
After several rings, a voice answered on the other end.
He spoke in a measured tone.
“It’s Park. Security Director, are you in your office right now?”

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