Chapter 145
Seoul, Korea
Gwangjin District
Laughter came from the speakers on the laptop.
“William, you are hilarious,” Myo Mi-Sun said, dabbing her eyes.
Tae-il was laughing, shaking his head.
The amused man sitting between them merely smiled; his silver, white and navy hair standing up, making him look slightly crazed. The cartoon pajama pants and colorful hoodie he wore were comical to say the least, and were a topic of discussion during the Q and A.
“I’m sure the fans were just dying to know that your dream is to ride a battle hippo naked through the streets of the business district in Singapore,” Tae-il said before he started laughing all over again.
Will shrugged. “For having the money I do and not doing it yet means it’s only a matter of time before I do,” he said before wagging his brows, causing them to laugh even more.
They pressed pause on the video from the live feed that concluded an hour ago. They used their fingers to zoom in on the face of the laughing young woman on the screen.
“So beautiful,” they whispered, caressing Myo Mi-Sun’s face.
It was dark in the room, the webcam had a piece of tape over it, and the microphone and location software was disabled. A Virtual Private Network allowed for their IP Address to read as if they are in the United States, so that should have helped keep them under the radar.
With a hacker in Myo Mi-Sun’s pocket, one of the caliber that William Lee was, they had to take extra precautions. So far they had been lucky; Chairman Hu’s delay in getting his client security allowed for Myo Mi-Sun to be easy to get next to.
That made it completely acceptable that they hadn’t noticed them yet or taken their intentions to heart.
She only needed time, they said.
That was understandable.
Myo Mi-Sun didn’t know real romance, was young, and now that Gang Moon was out of the picture it should have made it their time to have her all to themselves.
And they almost did.
But now, it was impossible to get near Myo Mi-Sun.
Never was she alone. Armed guards followed her everywhere. When Dae-Ho wasn’t around, Pan Jin was. When the President wasn’t there, another guard was, one that was impossible to keep track of.
But the one constant was the tall, broad, scowling guard that was never out of reach of Myo Mi-Sun.
“William Lee isn’t a concern,” they said, looking at the video still. “Tae-il isn’t either, you haven’t looked at him once in any way other than that of a friend or cousin. But you,” they said, moving the bar on the video timeline to 35:05. “You are a problem.”
They unpaused the video.
Myo Mi-Sun looked to the side before taking the offered cup of coffee. “Thank you,” she whispered with a small smile, her cheeks flushing before her tongue swept over her bottom lip.
They paused the video again.
“Who gave you the drink and caused such a response in you?” they asked.
The video was framed, the sides were fuzzy so it showed nothing, just blurry movement that didn’t give discernible shape to anyone or anything around them. There wasn’t much noise, not that would suggest they were on a jet as they had said they were, but their experience with private jets was nonexistent so it was a possibility.
“Where did you run off to this time?” they asked. “The long weekend is a long week now. You’re welcome for that,” they said, unpausing the video and watched it muted. “She keeps looking over at someone… It has to be the tall one with the perpetual scowl on their face,” they said, angry.
They closed the video then pulled up some photos from set and the various exits for Stage C.
They had put together the clearest shots of Myo Mi-Sun, and unlike before when on set, there was now a smile on her face and sparkle in her eyes, even when fighting with Hwang Sang-Hee. She was happy, there was no question about it, but it wasn’t some foreigner that was supposed to make her smile and blush, or happy for that matter…
It was supposed to be them!
“After seeing what you did to Gang Moon, I can’t go at you straight forward,” they said, looking at a side-shot of Kita getting the car door for Myo Mi-Sun; he guided her by the small of the back into the car before ducking in behind her. “But there are ways to get you out of the picture, they are just more tiresome and labor intensive.”
They look to the trash bin in the corner where dozens of empty bottles of eye care solution was spilling from.
“Too bad you didn’t have an appetite,” they said. “Oh well. There are other ways you can be removed from the picture, I just might have to hurt her in order to do it.”
Absently they picked up the yellow plastic tube from the table next to them and spun it around their fingers, causing the delicate injector inside to slide back and forth in the protective casing.
“If he fails her, would she push him away?” they asked, trying to put themselves in Myo Mi-Sun’s shoes.
When she hid away from the world after Gang Moon dumped her on national television, she turned her back on him completely for hurting her as had. Amusingly enough, it wasn’t by chance that he fell into bed with Gok Soo. Not surprisingly though, it took less pushing then they thought it would to get the two into bed.
That took Gok Soo out of Myo Mi-Sun’s life as well; they were tabloid friends, for the most part, and had been in public together shopping or getting lunch multiple times throughout the years. With Gok Soo removed, that meant there was room to fill the void Gok Soo’s absence created.
It was all going to plan until the flames spread too fast, and Chairman Hu got scared.
They flipped to the tab they were using to search for the clearest photo of the biggest complication they faced when it came to being with Myo Mi-Sun.
Nothing was pulling up, and every time they thought they found something, it was gone and an error message of FILE NOT FOUND replaced it.
They thought they were being sneaky and taking the proper steps, but they had been wrong before, and history was repeating itself.
The knock at the door pulled their attention before the locked door broke free from the hinges and parts of the frame flew into the apartment.
In walked a woman with a sheathed sword in her hands, down in front of her, and a smile was on her face. The business suit she wore suggested she was armed with more than the sword in her hands. Her glasses made her look harmless and slightly nerdy, her short hair gave her a youthful, androgynous appearance, but the coldness in her eyes suggested she was dangerous.
“Who in the Hell are you?” they asked.
“Hello, I am a friend. We have a common enemy I would like to discuss with you,” Ryo said with a slight bow of the head and smirk.
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