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The 99th Reason to Stay Away

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“I’ve watched you die in ninety-eight different ways. In this life, I’ve decided you’re going to hate me—because it’s the only way you’ll survive.” Kang Min-ho is the cold, untouchable CEO of Kang Global. To the world, he is a man of logic and steel. To himself, he is a prisoner of a cruel, unending time loop. Every time he falls in love with Lee Hana, the world resets upon her tragic death. He has held her as she took her last breath ninety-eight times, and each time, he wakes up back on the rainy morning of her job interview. He has tried everything to save her. He has tried being her bodyguard, her secret benefactor, and her husband. Every path leads to a grave. Now, in the 99th loop, Min-ho has one final, desperate plan: He will become her villain. He hires the debt-ridden, spirited Hana as his personal assistant, but instead of kindness, he offers coldness. He sets impossible rules, keeps her at arm's length, and treats her with calculated cruelty. He believes that if he can make her despise him, she will stay away from his dangerous world and break the cycle of fate. But Hana has a secret of her own: she can read the hidden truths in people’s bodies. And when she looks at the "Ice King" CEO, she doesn't see a monster. She sees a man whose heart is shattering every time he looks at her. As the clock ticks toward the day of her fated death, Hana begins to uncover the "glitches" in Min-ho’s reality. Will she play the part of the victim, or will she become the first version of herself to fight back against destiny? The loop is closing. The debt is due. And this time, "Goodbye" isn't an option.
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