Windsor was indeed struggling. After William left, he spread word that Lee Yung, owner of Paramount Hotel, was like a daughter to him.
When asked, I confirmed—but added: “Personal is personal. Business is business.”
Everyone got the hint.

I attended several events with Brandon. William saw but said nothing—plotting something.
Laura found me, pulled me aside, livid: “I always objected to Kimberly befriending you! A mistress's daughter—nothing good! Just a man-snatching slut!”
“Stay away from Brandon, or I'll expose your freak secret!”
I smiled: “Go ahead.”
I stepped closer, whispered: “I spent your daughter's wedding night with her. Want to know what happened?”
Laura turned pale—remembering my body, stared in horror.

She looked ready to kill: “You didn't… to her…”
“How could you! You beast!”
I smiled: “Why do you think Kimberly went abroad? Is she… pregnant?”
Laura trembled, terrified by the possibility.

I sighed fake pity: “Pity. I wonder—if Kimberly had that child, what would it be like? Another freak? Another pervert?”
Laura shook, left devastated.
Scaring Laura felt good.
Kimberly returned three months later.
She came back while Brandon and I were together.
She stood by the bed, stripped—showing her changed body. Brandon was shocked, then went wild with desire.
Kimberly looked at me, the one now being "ignored," with a look of smug triumph.
Brandon was touched—he never thought Kimberly loved him enough to modify herself.
He was flattered—treated her like a queen.
Kimberly glowed, back to her arrogant, superior self—even pulled petty power moves.
I smiled wider.
My revenge was nearing its end.
Kimberly and Brandon's honeymoon phase didn't last.
Despite her changes, Kimberly was still a spoiled princess—she wanted to be cherished, adored. But Brandon liked to be dominated.
They were the same type—in simple terms, they crashed.
After the novelty faded, Brandon lost interest.
When Brandon came back to me, Kimberly snapped.
She burst into my hotel office—not noticing others inside.
Eyes red, crying and laughing like a madwoman: “I suffered so much to become a man—why isn't it enough?”
“I'm like you now—both! Why doesn't he love me?”
A furious voice roared: “Kimberly! What did you do?!”
It was William.
He came to discuss business again, accidentally hearing Kimberly's “secret.”
He pointed, shaking: “What did you mean? Become a man?”
Kimberly seemed barely aware of him, her frantic gaze locked on me. “Lee Yung! Explain! What went wrong?”
William couldn't take it—thud, fainted.
Then Kimberly snap back to reality, stark terror dawning on her face.