Chapter 107
Lyon, France
Yasuhiro Residence
Lucien groaned. “Really?” he complained.
“Sorry, I thought your mother knew,” Murai offered then chuckled when Evie smacked him in the face with a dishtowel.
“Knew what?” Evie demanded.
Murai gave her a look. “Lula had to get William out of a bit of an issue with Russian hackers that he stopped… That was some time ago, when she was still knowingly on his payroll. Does she fear this might have ties to that incident?”
“No,” Lucien said, shaking his head. “Not that I am aware of. Lula does not know of this potential tie. It was the one you refuse to speak of and acknowledge exists that fears it might be related. The man he and the client beat unconscious in the bar at the hotel commented that she looked taller in the picture. The only picture Seon Rain, Myo Mi-Sun, has looked tall in, is the red carpet William escorted her down. That was the first time she had worn high heels over an inch in height.”
Evie and Murai exchanged looks.
“How did the Russian get access to the hotel?” Murai asked; he was very familiar with the security that was in place at that particular chain of hotels that strictly catered to those with diplomatic status or crowns.
In fact, it was because of Murai’s connections that Lula was able to secure a suite there for their assignment in Seoul.
“Lula is checking on that,” Lucien said. “Security speculates they hacked a card reader and it allowed for them to copy the last legitimate access card read from that card reader. From there, they copied that key card to a blank, thus making an access card. William confirmed that type of hacking would have been done onsite, not remotely, thus the threat is in house. Hotel security will find it.”
Evie pulled a pan from the oven then tossed it on the counter before hurling a knife at her husband.
Murai’s hand snapped out and snagged it from the air a fraction of an inch from his face. “Is this your way of asking me to carve the roasted rabbit?” he asked.
She merely shrugged.
“Your temper is as arousing as it is lethal,” he said and she winked.
Lucien shook his head. “And now my siblings and their messed up sense of normality with those they care about or fancy makes sense. Thank you for making that so painfully clear. Wait until I am in the air before you two start humping like rabbits.” He shivered, making a face, causing his parents to laugh.
Growing up in a multicultural household of polar opposite cultures was different and a struggle at times.
The French were an open and affectionate people. The Japanese were more reserved and not nearly as affectionate in public. Murai was a solider and guard for the Imperial Family of his home country, and Evie was an agent, or spy depending on who you asked, for an agency that’s never been made public, even to her family, thus putting them on polar opposite sides of the spectrum in their professions.
How the two ever fell so helplessly in love with each other as they did, no one knows.
Their relationship only makes sense to them.
“Mère, stop hurling knives at Chichi because he knows something you do not,” Lucien scolded, heading to the cupboard to get some plates for dinner. “Back when Lula was William’s head of security, William intercepted some Russian hackers that were going to make life very difficult to some very good people and organizations in the United States. William stopped them and redirected their hack to their own government. They were executed in return, most likely, and William simply smiled with a shrug of indifference. A couple of hitters or teams of hitters, from what I understand, tried getting to William, and Lula put them down.”
Evie nodded her approval. “I hate that you kids get to have all the fun anymore,” she complained.
Lucien smirked, looking to his father. “Oh, Lula did not have all the fun. Is that not right, Chichi?” he mused.
Murai barley caught the second knife that was hurled at him. “I am starting to dislike you as much as your brother,” he warned, wagging the knife in a scolding manner at his youngest son.
“But you acknowledge that you dislike him and that I have a brother, thus it is progress regardless of how close to death your wife has gotten you in just the past five minutes,” Lucien teased.
“Did our daughter call you of all people to help take care of something her mother was much more suited for?” Evie demanded, irritated.
Murai nodded. “Yes, she did. Stop trying to maim your handsome husband,” he scolded when she grabbed another knife. “You were off the grid, Dear. Most likely you were doing your own thing because you were bored, thus Lula had very little choice but to call me to assist. It was a bit disappointing,” he admitted, platting the carved rabbit. “You would have been bored after two minutes. There were only three dozen, and they were oh so effortlessly taken out. It was insulting to our reputations and caliber,” he said, mimicking her; his French accent was criminal and it always caused his wife to stop assaulting or trying to kill him.
Evie pouted with a huff; she hated it when he flirted with her in front of the children.
Lucien hugged his mother. “Do not pout, I have a feeling war is about to break out in Seoul, I just do not know which of those we are protecting will be the one starting it,” he admitted, slipping his hotel security card in Evie’s pocket then winked when she cocked an eyebrow.
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