Chapter 36
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
“You did?” Kita and Lula asked in unison, their eyes wide.
She nodded. “I did. When he winked, I knew he wasn’t a threat. I had seen him at the market as well the night before, and in the elevator at the office, twice. If he was in that many places, he was either the worst stalker ever or he was there for a reason, one my uncle most likely had a hand in. And that was confirmed when the driver handed me my phone stating I left it behind.”
“Whoa,” Lucien said from the kitchen; she didn’t know he had joined them. “I’ve never been made before.”
Rain blushed, looking over her shoulder and offered a smile. “I need to put a bell on you. You’re like a cat.”
He smiled wide.
“With bone structure like yours and the beautiful smile that never leaves your face, you leave a lasting impression, Lucien.”
Dae-Ho groaned, smacking her. “Stop hitting on that one. I claimed him as mine. You can have the one without the personality but the amazing bod.”
Kita was impressed, irritated, and disappointed in more than just his brother. “That was very dangerous,” he scolded. “What if he truly was a stalker? Your phone and all of the information it would have been compromised. Fingerprint locks can be easily tricked.”
Rain nodded her agreement. “So I’ve heard, but my fingerprint isn’t registered with my phone. No one’s is. I prefer the numerical code method of unlocking my phone. Swipes can be figured out easily enough, especially if oil or makeup is on the screen protector; it’s a map to your code.”
Again, Lula and Kita exchanged looks.
Dae-Ho chuckled then groaned; he was really hungover. “Did Father neglect to tell you Cousin is beyond paranoid? Like needs a mental health professional on speed dial paranoid. If someone is coming for her, Cousin is already three steps ahead of them. Didn’t any of you ask why she was selling that property? It sure in the heck wasn’t so she could travel the world. For being secret agents or whatever, you have some catching up to do,” he scolded.
Rain nodded her agreement. “If it were me, I’d work my way backwards instead of waiting for what will happen next. One can only move forward when they’ve clearly left a trail behind them as they went.”
“Confucius?” Lucien asked, joining her on the floor with two cups of coffee and offered her one.
She shook her head with a smile. “Fortune cookie from when I was twelve,” she said, taking the coffee. “Thank you.”
“You are most welcome,” Lucien said, offering the other to Dae-Ho. “Drink up. You need to get functional, and at the moment you smell like a homeless drunk.”
Dae-Ho groaned. “You shouldn’t have let me drink that much.”
“There was no stopping you,” Lucien reminded him. “At least you stopped trying to crawl into my bed.”
Again, Dae-Ho groaned. “I forgot about that. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Lucien promised him. “When you have bone structure this memorable and an amazing smile, it’s bound to happen,” he teased, winking at Rain and she smiled. “Why don’t we just tell her what we’re doing and why?” he asked, looking to Lula.
Lula shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure what we’re doing or why just let. New developments keep surfacing and it’s annoying. I still have to go through the audio you picked up at the teahouse.”
Rain sighed. “Welcome to my world. It isn’t going to get easier. That’s why I wanted to retire.”
“Twenty-four is too young to retire,” Dae-Ho reminded her. “Will you make me your hangover broth?” he whined.
“I have to go shopping first. The cupboards are bare,” she said, getting to her feet. “Give me fifteen minutes to shower and change, then I’ll go to the market for you. Is there anything else you need?”
“Sweet meat, chips, banana milk, stuff to make Dosirak,” he ticked them off on his fingers. “The usual, and Aspirin. My head is killing me.”
Rain kissed him on the top of the head. “Stay out of trouble when I’m gone. And when you are slightly less hungover, please go over the impending work schedule coming up. I have a feeling the set will be recalled faster than we thought because of the pictures that were released.”
Dae-Ho looked at her. “What pictures?”
“We’ll talk when I get back,” she promised then bowed before hurrying to her room.
He sat up and looked between the three sitting there, looking at him. “What did I miss?”
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