Chapter 121
Tokyo, Japan
Imperial Luxury Building
The penthouse overlooked Tokyo and offered a billion dollar view from the glass pool that precariously hung over the side of the building a hundred floors over the city below.
Just like every morning, the woman swam the length of the pool from end to end on a single breath before her head broke the surface of the water just to repeat the cycle. It was a painful, calming at times, form of meditation that she put herself through in order to make it through the day.
It did very little to bring her any type of solace though.
Once again, Suiko was on house arrest per her father’s directive.
What did she to that warranted it this time?
Suiko can’t remember.
She doesn’t remember any of the things she does that annoys her father and mother, or her older brother that is next in line to rule.
If only she were born three minutes earlier, the course of history for their people would be changed forever.
Instead, he drew breath first and she quickly followed and would forever be a shadow instead of the rising sun.
When Suiko’s head broke the surface of the water next, the overhead sun was shadowed by the woman standing poolside with a iPad in hand.
“Yes?” Suiko asked, annoyed that she was being interrupted when she had thirty more laps to go.
Ryo bowed then offered her the iPad. “I thought you would want to see this right away,” she said, staying in the bowed position.
Suiko glared at her before taking the iPad. “If this is not a media announcement of my brother’s untimely death, then I really do not care…” she started then her words trailed off when she saw the pictures filling the screen.
They were from multiple South Korean entertainment and gossip news affiliates and were reporting on the new Korean face of Modeste that just so happened to have crashed her ex-fiancé’s movie premiere and recently been cast in a K-Pop group’s next music video project.
Suiko had no idea who in the hell Myo Mi-Sun or Gang Moon was, and she didn’t entirely care either, and she thinks she might have heard of BT5, but she doesn’t care either way.
What she did care about though was the man photographed with the young Korean actress outside of a hotel, that had his hand on the barely covered backside of the young woman curled up against him.
Both of them were smiling, something that was as foreign on his face as the young woman curling up next to him was to her.
“It is him, is it not?” Ryo asked.
Suiko smirked, caressing the man’s face. “Yes, it is. No longer does he hide and is once again out of the protection of his home. This just got interesting. What do you know of the child his hands are all over?”
Ryo pushed her glasses back up her nose. “Twenty-four year old orphan that was raised by her manager uncle and cousin turned personal assistant. Myo Mi-Sun is what she is called, birth name is Seon Rain. The young actress and model is considered Korea’s Sweetheart and is surprisingly, for being an orphan and having a fiancé that dumped her on national television rather recently, scandal free. Nothing I could find, as of yet, can be exploited.”
“Humph,” Suiko huffed, stepping out of the pool as she scrolled through the articles on the iPad. “Everyone has someone or something that can be exploited. Perhaps you should dig deeper?”
The assistant snorted, stealing her master’s attention.
“Sorry,” Ryo said with a deep bow of apology. “Unless whatever it is that can be exploited is on paper, physical paper, you will not find anything.”
She tapped on one of the open tabs and pictures of Myo Mi-Sun on a red carpet filled the screen. With her, a familiar face, one that was the bane of many of Suiko’s extracurricular activities.
“William Lee is impressively thorough and the best there is, as you know,” Ryo reminded her. “There is no way he would walk a red carpet with someone and not remove everything from the web and dark web that can be used against his date. You know that.”
Suiko headed into the penthouse, looking through the pictures from the red carpet event in Seoul. “That hairstyle is ridiculously Japanese in nature, and he only did it to appease one woman, and not the one he escorted down the red carpet… The one with pink hair, what is his story?” she asked, zooming in on a picture of Dae-Ho.
“Hu Dae-Ho; the cousin. He is scandal free as well,” Ryo regrettably informed her.
Her nostrils flared in frustration.
“For being an actress and former model that now models again,” Ryo said, confused on how that worked exactly. “Myo Mi-Sun has an impressive digital footprint, but it is completely controlled content. From what I have been able to figure out, Korea’s Sweetheart, the girl next door she expertly plays on the big screen, is all grown up now and the Nation is loving it.”
“That is interesting and rather sad,” Suiko commented to herself, reading the most recent article on Myo Mi-Sun.
Exclusive couture modeling contract, signed to star in a collection of pop music videos that will be released in theaters as a short film, and advertising contracts being thrown at the actress at an unprecedented rate.
None of that was useful, nor did it explain why Kita Yasuhiro was being called her mysterious new boyfriend.
“Find out everything you can on this Korean girl,” Suiko ordered. “Make sure you do not cause a certain, annoying hacker to notice your activity or you will have an unfortunate accident around the pool. Whether or not you land in the water or on the sidewalk a hundred-stories below will depend on which of the Shichi Fukujin favor you.”
Ryo struggled to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.
Suiko looked up at her. “You are dismissed,” she said when the young woman continued to stand there with wide eyes.
Ryo bowed then hurried off to do as ordered.
Death threats were common with Suiko, the problem was that she had no moral compass and would act on the promise of death if you crossed her.
The woman was terrifying, and only one person could reel her in, and that person turned his back on her and ran to South Korea of all places, apparently.
“You did not think you could continue to hide from me forever, did you, Kita?” she mused, caressing his smiling face on the screen. “Oh what fun we will have again. I have missed you and your perpetual scowl and maddening quiet indifference… Huh, perhaps I should apologize to Father so I may leave my glass prison and see a friendly face in the south.”
Suiko laughed, sounding evil and up to no good, which was exactly what she was.
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