Chapter 158
Via de' Tornabuoni
Florence, Italy
Lula looked at her mobile phone; the minutes were mockingly moving backwards it seemed.
Even though the Emperor intercepted and sequestered his children to the hotel, and he promised they wouldn’t be a problem for them and their guests, Lula was on edge.
She knew that promise was for more than just Kita’s well-being, even if he didn’t know the Devil was in the area. It was a promise to Lula in order to keep Will from acting out against the one he believes ordered the killing of his children.
She had to give Will credit, he was fronting rather well that he was okay. Pan Jin was a good distraction for him, and that was the only reason why Lula hadn’t forced the young woman to stay at the villa while the others went into the city.
They weren’t paid to babysit Pan Jin, only Dae-Ho and Seon Rain.
“You cannot put a Cavalli belt with a Versace purse,” Lula groaned, looking up at Will.
Will looked over at her. “The Cavalli belt isn’t going with the Versace purse, the purse will go with the Dolce & Gabbana suit they put in her fitting room. Do you truly believe me to be a uncultured heathen?” he asked.
Lula chuckled. “You’re an idiot.”
“Genius, but idiot when it comes to my taste in women,” Will retorted then smiled wide when she glared at him. “Oh! Do you have Miu Miu?” he called out to the manager.
The woman looked at him. “Yes, Sir. Did you wish for men’s and ladies fashions to be brought in?” she asked.
“Yes. I think Miu Miu will work perfectly for our little friends from Korea,” he said with a smile.
Pan Jin shook her head, exiting the fitting room. “No. I like the more natural and neutral shades of what I’ve tried on. I don’t like pop-art colors. Ew,” she said before ducking back into the fitting room. “What is going on that requires us to hide in the city while the other two that are absent and back at the villa speak with the elders of your family?” she asked.
Will made a face. “Might as well tell her. She’ll figure it out soon enough. The young President is rather observant.”
Lula glared at him.
“Want me to?” he offered.
“Non,” she sneered in French. “Kita’s previous assignment is stalking him, apparently, and showed up in Italy, in this area, shortly after we did.”
Pan Jin had already deduced as much. “His former client has ties to the Imperial bloodline of his partial heritage?” she surmised.
That, they didn’t expect her to say.
“Why do you assume that?” Lula asked, weary.
“The man that flew in with your parents, I’ve seen him on television and in magazines,” she said, stepping out of the fitting room in another Dior outfit. “He’s the Emperor of Japan, but the way he was interacting with your parents and you and Lucien suggested you are family. I remember faces exceptionally well, and his is one that I always said had very kind, compassionate eyes and a warm smile.”
Lula nodded, impressed. “My father grew up with the now Emperor, and his siblings when my grandfather was in charge of the then Emperor’s security. Just as his father before him and his father’s father, the honor is passed down to the eldest male heir.”
Pan Jin nodded her understanding. “But you have no interest in that role, regardless of your gender nullifying that responsibility for you.”
Will chuckled. “You are unbelievably observant. I might have a job for you after you graduate,” he teased.
“I will keep that in mind, Sir,” Pan Jin humbly said with a bow. “Kita was not commissioned with protecting the Emperor or his son, was he?”
Lula shook her head. “No, not directly. In order to protect the Prince, Kita was commissioned with protecting the Princess; he would be able to foil any attempt she made for the crown through succession that way. I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did in that detail. The vile demon is relentless and when he refused her advances over and over, he finally had enough and quit, I think… No one but him knows what happened exactly, it’s just a lot of speculation. That’s what our parents wanted to talk to him about.”
“Seon Rain knows what happened,” Will said. “Kita talks to her, a lot when no one is around. I’ve never heard him talk that much, and he’s happier because of her.”
Lula glared at him.
Pan Jin snorted. “So, in a nutshell, Kita is hiding from his psycho stalker ex-client that is here because she saw the pictures of Kita on the red carpet with Myo Mi-Sun and the headlines of him being her boyfriend?”
They nodded.
“In a nutshell,” Will said, truly impressed with how quickly the young woman picks up on things.
“None of you have experience with crazy, narcissistic, manipulative women, do you?” Pan Jin rhetorically asked. “You don’t hide from them. When you do, they know they’re getting to you and they’ll get even more severe in their actions for your attention. You want to beat someone that is used to getting everything they want? Give them the opposite of what they expect.”
Will and Lula looked from Pan Jin to each other and back again.
“That’s what pushed my mother away,” Dae-Ho said, joining them with an armful of clothes. “When Dad would do the opposite of what that crazy, mean woman was trying to force him to do, it’d send her reeling and forced her to look at herself more than she wanted to.”
Pan Jin snorted. “Same with my mother. If I do the opposite of what she’s trying to get, it’s a reprieve for a while. If the demon Kita is hiding from knows he’s hiding from her, it sweetens the game. The world is questioning who Myo Mi-Sun’s boyfriend is, bodyguard turned boyfriend or just a friend, he’s the one his demon is after so give the world him and Myo Mi-Sun.”
Dae-Ho smiled. “I like the way you think, President.”
“Thank you, Mister Dae-Ho,” Pan Jin said. “They are on vacation, so let them vacation. If the Devil just happens to cross their path, him introducing his date to the Devil would cause her to completely lose it. Like, epically lose it, tabloid worthy lose it.”
“That sounds like a scandal waiting to happen,” Tae-il said, taking the clothing from Dae-Ho; he was buying them for his date. “And the perfect way to vacation around Europe.”
Lula looked at them before groaning; their reasoning was surprisingly sound. “If you make me get disowned by my father, I will kill you all,” she warned, pulling out her mobile phone and dialed.
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