Chapter 55
Seoul, Korea
Private Runway
Lucien leaned against the side of the car and waited. He arrived earlier than needed, but he couldn’t stand listening to his sister complain about the infantile, egotistical, stalker that was going to get roundhouse kicked in the head so hard it would fly off his body and land in North Korea, any longer.
When he eventually returned to the hotel with Dae-Ho six hours ago, he walked into his sister trying to smooth things over with Chairman Hu. His brother was sleeping on the bathroom floor and Rain was curled up in a ball fully clothed in the bathtub with a blanket and pillow. Normally he would have asked, but he knew Kita was too drunk to put her in the closet she liked to sleep in and the bathtub was the only place to put her in his mind.
Lucien snapped a few pictures to send to Mother because she’d find it as amusing as he did.
It didn’t take being Oversight in their security detail to know what the problem was, and how it was complicating things. The gossip magazines and blogs were all trying to figure out who Myo Mi-Sun was photographed with, was dating, or was having an inappropriate relationship with. Chairman Hu was angry that his squeaky clean image star talent and niece was pictured in the arms of a man that was unknown in the public circle she was tied to.
Will had expertly transposed the few pictures of Kita to him, but left enough to the imagination that it could have been anyone. When Chairman Hu heard who the friend was that assisted, he wasn’t as eager to have him escort his niece on the red carpet. William Lee was someone that was well known in the world, but his questionable reputation with ladies and the media attention he got left much to be desired.
Lula assured him they could spin it that they were just friends that had reconnected. Making up a history between them was rather easy, and Lula excelled at that type of seamless backstory generation and management. But making one for William Lee of all people she could do in her sleep because she knew him that well and hated it.
Lucien was sent to procure all devices the originals were on; there was a collection of stolen flash drives in his pocket from the cameras and laptop belonging to the photographer that snapped the pictures. An electronic magnet, one of Will’s inventions, took care of the hard drives, making it appear as if a power surge wiped them.
The easy protection detail Lucien was assured this stop in South Korea would be was turning into anything but an easy stop.
“Finally,” Lucien huffed when the private jet rolled to a stop not far from where he was waiting.
William Lee descended the stairs with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and two suitcases in his hands. He was dressed in cotton pajama pants with bananas on them, fuzzy monkey slippers, and a long jacket that nearly went to his knees with layered shirts and a hoodie under it. He wore a slouch beanie that hid his horribly disheveled hair, and oversized sunglasses even though it was dark out.
William Lee didn’t dress as if he had all the money in the world.
In fact, most people that saw him and didn’t know better thought he was homeless or mentally unstable because of his slovenly nature.
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