My Friend’S Aunt Is the Most Dangerous Woman
Chapter 1
Noon sunlight streamed through the tall glass facades of the restaurant, spilling across polished tables and reflecting in soft golden patterns.
Laughter bounced off the walls. Plates clinked. Waiters moved quickly between tables, balancing trays and scribbling down orders. Families chatted over lunch, friends shared jokes, and the rich aroma of freshly cooked food drifted through the air.
It was the perfect scene for a relaxed afternoon meal.
Six young people sat there, their energy louder than the entire restaurant combined. They looked to be in their twenties, laughing, teasing each other, and eating as if they owned the place.
After all, it had been five years since they had last gathered together like this, ever since graduation had scattered them across different cities and careers.
At the center of the table sat a young man wearing a white modern jacket over a blue T-shirt, paired with jeans and white sneakers. His sleeves were casually folded below his elbows, revealing a sleek watch on his wrist.
His relaxed outfit made him look approachable, but there was a natural charm about him that easily drew attention.
He was handsome, with an easygoing charisma that made people comfortable around him.
Aiden Stormveil
[He lifted his glass into the air with a bright grin.]
“To our successful lives, my dear friends.”
The others immediately raised their glasses as well.
“To our successful lives!”
The glasses clinked together.
From afar, someone might have assumed they were celebrating with fine wine.
Juice. Tea. Coke. Milkshakes.
And one very proud glass of plain water.
Across from Aiden sat Leo, who finally looked up from his food after taking an enormous bite. His eyes sparkled with pure satisfaction.
He wore a casual modern outfit — jeans and a T-shirt — with a beaded bracelet on one wrist and a luxurious watch on the other. Altogether, he looked like a young rich boy who had grown up getting everything he wanted.
Leonardo Moon
[Still chewing, he said enthusiastically]
“Alright! Let’s order another plate of momos and noodles.”
Beside him, Zara nearly choked on her drink.
Zara Ballemore
“Another?!”
Zara Ballemore
“That’s already the fifth plate. How many dishes do you plan to devour today?”
Zara was effortlessly beautiful — soft skin, delicate features, and slightly blond hair that shimmered like brownish gold under the sunlight. Her shoulder-length curls framed her face elegantly.
Leonardo Moon
[Leo waved his hand dismissively.]
“Come on. I’m a fully grown man now. Obviously I need more food to maintain my figure.”
Zara Ballemore
[Zara stared at him in disbelief.]
“A grown man? I don’t see one.”
Zara Ballemore
[She gestured dramatically at the empty plates.]
“And maintaining your figure by eating ten different dishes? That’s certainly… a unique method.”
Leonardo Moon
[Nodded proudly.]
“Exactly. That’s my style.”
The table burst into laughter.
Aiden Stormveil
[Shook his head.]
“Leo hasn’t changed at all.”
Aiden Stormveil
“Still the biggest eater in the room.”
While everyone laughed, one person remained completely focused on something else.
She sat quietly, her attention locked onto the tablet in her hands. Her fingers moved rapidly across the screen, scrolling through diagrams and complex data.
She wore a short jacket with shorts, her long hair tied neatly into a bun. Round glasses rested on her nose, reflecting glowing graphs and equations.
Anyone looking at her could instantly tell:
Beauty with a brain.
Jessica Rolsemoyer
[She murmured to herself]
“No… that variable still isn’t stabilizing. Maybe if I adjust the spatial compression field…”
Aiden Stormveil
[Aiden leaned closer and peeked at her screen.]
“What are you doing on that thing instead of eating?”
Jessica Rolsemoyer
[Without looking up, Jessica replied]
“I’m trying to finalize the structural model for a quantum energy containment chamber for my research project.”
Leonardo Moon
[Blinked]
“…I understood none of those words.”
Aiden Stormveil
[Sighed dramatically]
“Jessica, stop working for once. We finally meet after years and you’re still buried in research.”
Leonardo Moon
[Nodded seriously]
“yeah. At least respect the food. If you ignore it too much, it might ignore you back.”
Zara Ballemore
[She rolled her eyes]
“That is the weirdest way to tell someone to eat first and work later.”
Jessica didn’t even look up from the screen.
Jessica Rolsemoyer
“My food isn’t running away. My calculations might."
Jessica Rolsemoyer
[She pushed her glasses slightly higher on her nose and returned to typing on the tablet.]
Aiden Stormveil
[He sighed and shook his head like an old man watching his grandchild’s stubborn antics.]
“Our workaholic scientist here can’t stop working even for five minutes.”
Beside Jessica, Zhen chuckled softly at Aiden’s “grandpa” remark before lifting his cup again. He sipped his tea calmly, observing the chaos at the table with quiet amusement.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his composed posture gave him the unmistakable presence of someone far older than his age.
He looked exactly like what he was known as in the business world—
The youngest successful business tycoon in his field.
Across from him sat Ryujin.
Unlike the others, Ryujin looked almost lazily relaxed. A slightly oversized grey T-shirt draped effortlessly over his frame, paired with casual trousers and black sneakers. He leaned back against the chair as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.
One arm rested loosely on the table while the other remained folded across his chest.
At first glance, he looked like someone who didn’t care about anything.
Like a man too lazy to be bothered by the world.
But that illusion only lasted a moment.
Because his eyes told a completely different story.
They moved slowly across the restaurant, observing everything without drawing attention.
A family celebrating a child’s birthday.
A couple sharing a quiet meal.
A waiter nervously apologizing to an angry manager.
Nothing escaped his attention.
His face remained calm, almost bored, but there was something about him that made people instinctively avoid staring for too long.
The kind of presence that didn’t demand attention—
Yet somehow controlled the room without trying.
Which was why he noticed the shift before anyone else did.
The sudden tension in the air.
A voice exploded across the restaurant.
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“WHAT?! YOU’RE NOT GOING TO SIGN THIS?!”
The shout echoed across the room.
The lively chatter died instantly.
Almost every head in the restaurant turned toward the source of the voice.
Chapter 2
The lively lunch atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly came to a halt as everyone’s attention shifted toward a particular table.
A middle-aged man sat there, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark-blue suit. His face was flushed with anger, and his bloodshot eyes burned with rage as he stared daggers at the young woman sitting across from him.
The woman looked ordinary at first glance.
She sat there calmly, as if the man shouting in front of her had nothing to do with her at all.
Not the careless black people wore when they wanted to disappear into a crowd.
This black was deliberate.
A perfectly tailored blazer framed her shoulders, sharp and precise, falling over a silk shirt buttoned just enough to hint at the quiet confidence in her posture. High-waisted trousers flowed down in clean lines, ending above a pair of sleek black heels that rested lightly on the floor.
A black cap sat low over her head, casting a faint shadow across her face.
From beneath it, long straight hair flowed down her back like a dark river.
Her hands remained relaxed in the pockets of her coat. A silver watch on her wrist caught the dim light and reflected it softly.
Then there were her eyes.
The kind of eyes that noticed everything—
and forgot nothing.
Without even glancing at the furious man in front of her, she calmly picked up the mojito glass resting on the table.
Cold droplets of condensation slid slowly down the transparent glass, created by the contrast between the scorching summer heat outside and the chilled drink within.
Mint leaves, lemon slices, and ice cubes clinked softly as she stirred the straw.
Then she took a slow, elegant sip.
As if the man shouting at her did not exist. As if his anger was none of her concern.
The man’s face twisted further with rage.
Enraged by her indifference, he slammed the stack of papers on the table.
The sharp sound made several nearby diners flinch.
At the table near the window, Leo leaned closer to Zara and whispered quietly
Leonardo Moon
“Is she… ignoring him? She’s got some thick skin.”
Zara Ballemore
[Zara whispered back, her eyes still fixed on the young woman, shining with interest.]
“Damn… she’s amazing. I think I already like her.”
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[The man shouted again, his teeth clenched.]
“Girl, don’t play with fire. You’ve got some nerve ignoring me! You’ll regret it.”
This time, the shouting finally pulled Jessica’s attention away from her tablet.
But the moment her eyes landed on the man—
She froze.
Her eyes flickered with sudden recognition.
Before she could even think, the words slipped out in a quiet whisper.
Jessica Rolsemoyer
“Don’t tell me that’s… him.”
Her voice was soft, but the sudden silence in the restaurant made it audible to the others at the table.
Everyone turned toward her.
Aiden Stormveil
[Frowned]
“What do you mean?”
Jessica Rolsemoyer
[She swallowed slowly.]
“Don’t you recognize him?”
Jessica Rolsemoyer
[She glanced toward the furious man again.]
“That’s Harley Davidson.”
Zhen Kang
[Zhen’s hand paused halfway to his tea. His eyes widened slightly in shock.]
“You mean he’s…”
Across from him, Ryujin’s expression shifted for a brief moment.
Just a fraction of a second.
Then it returned to its usual calm.
The others looked confused.
Why were Jessica and Zhen reacting like this?
Jessica finally explained quietly.
Jessica Rolsemoyer
“He’s the right-hand man of Jasper Venzor.”
Zara, Aiden, and Leo gasped at the same time.
Everyone knew the name Jasper Venzor.
A powerful businessman on the surface.
But beneath that polished reputation lay something far darker.
Cruel.
Dangerous.
Ruthless.
A man who crushed anyone who dared to stand in his way.
He handled the work that happened in the shadows.
All the illegal and dirty tasks no one wanted to see.
Most people didn’t even know Harley existed.
Which meant the girl sitting across from him probably had no idea what kind of danger she was in.
She had just enraged one of the most dangerous men working behind the scenes.
The woman glanced briefly at the papers Harley had slammed onto the table.
Then, using only two slender fingers, she pushed them back toward him.
Shinha Stormveil
“I won’t sign.”
The calmness in her voice stunned the group of six so much that they forgot about the food in front of them.
Their attention remained fixed on the woman.
Harley’s patience finally snapped.
Harley Davidson
“Damn it!”
He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.
His hand moved behind his suit jacket.
A sleek, high-grade handgun.
And he pointed it straight at the woman’s head.
The entire scene happened in the blink of an eye.
The restaurant erupted into chaos.
Plates crashed onto the floor.
Customers panicked and rushed toward the exit.
Children began crying as the crowd pushed desperately toward the doors.
But the woman with the gun pointed at her head remained completely calm.
Still sipping her mojito.
At the reunion table, the six friends were stunned.
Zhen Kang
[Zhen stood up immediately, already reaching for his phone.]
“I’m calling the police.”
Jessica clutched her tablet tightly, completely unprepared for such a situation.
Aiden looked so shocked that he didn’t even know how to react.
Only Ryujin remained seated.
His gaze stayed fixed on the mysterious woman.
A faint trace of amusement flickered in his eyes.
How could someone remain this calm... with a gun aimed at their head?
Ryujin Han
💭 Unless…
[The corner of his lips lifted—just barely.
A smirk so faint, it was almost impossible to catch.]
Harley spoke again, his voice now dangerously calm.
Harley Davidson
“Sign the papers, and I’ll let you walk away.”
Harley Davidson
[His finger tightened slightly around the trigger.]
“Otherwise… don’t blame me.”
She calmly took another sip of her mojito.
The glass touched her lips without the slightest tremor. She placed it back on the table with a soft click. As if the gun at her head didn’t exist.
Harley's eyes burned with murderous intent. In his entire life, no one had ever ignored him like this—let alone dared to reject him so openly.
The terrified customers hadn’t even managed to reach the restaurant doors yet—
When a gunshot shattered the air.
Chapter 3
For a moment, the world didn’t just fall silent—
The sound didn’t echo; it tore through the room, sharp and absolute, leaving something heavy in its wake. People rushing toward the exit stopped mid-step, their bodies locked in place. Those who had remained seated out of shock now sat even more rigid, fear tightening in their chests.
No one had expected this.
And now—
it had been fired.
Breaths turned shallow. Uneven.
It felt as if the air itself had been pulled away, leaving behind a suffocating stillness.
Slowly, almost hesitantly—
every gaze returned to the table where it had happened.
Harley was no longer standing.
Harley Davidson
[He had collapsed back into his chair, his posture broken, one hand clutched over his ear. Blood seeped through his fingers—dark and steady—slipping down to stain the sharp line of his collar, his suit… his control.]
Just moments ago, he had dominated the room.
Now, that dominance bled out of him.
Not with rage.
Not even disbelief.
Shinha Stormveil
[Her arm remained extended, steady and unwavering, the gun resting in her hand as though it had always belonged there. The barrel was aimed at him with quiet, effortless precision.]
Her expression revealed nothing.
No panic.
No thrill.
No hesitation.
As if pulling the trigger… meant nothing at all.
The weapon that had been aimed at her only seconds ago—
was now in her hand.
And the man who had threatened her…
was the one bleeding.
A chill spread through the room.
Because no one had seen it happen.
Not the movement.
Not the moment.
Not even the slightest shift.
One second, the gun was his.
For the first time since the shot, she lowered her arm.
Shinha Stormveil
[Her gaze dropped briefly to the gun in her hand, almost as if acknowledging it. With effortless ease, she spun it once around her fingers—a smooth, controlled motion, so casual it felt unreal.]
Just… something beneath her notice.
Then she lifted her head.
And for the first time—
there was something in them.
Not anger.
Not excitement.
Something colder.
Something that didn’t need a name.
Shinha Stormveil
[Her voice followed, calm and steady… yet carrying a quiet, lethal weight.]
“If you don’t have the guts to shoot…”
Shinha Stormveil
[Her gaze didn’t waver.]
“Then don’t point a gun at someone.”
But they didn’t land lightly.
An invisible pressure settled over the room, tightening around every throat, every heartbeat. No one moved. No one dared to speak.
Because now—
they understood.
This woman wasn’t fearless.
She simply didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
Somewhere in the distance, a glass slipped from someone’s hand—
shattering against the floor.
The sound rang out, sharp and fragile.
And in that silence—
it felt louder than the gunshot.
A heavy, suffocating confusion settled over everyone present, pressing down on their thoughts as they struggled to make sense of what they had just witnessed.
Because there was only one question left.
And not a single person in that room had the answer.
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