Chapter 57
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
Kita sat on the couch with a bag of ice on the back of his neck and dark sunglasses on. It was way too bright, too loud, and too hot in the suite, but Lula informed him it was all in his head and thanks to his hangover.
It was his first, so Kita took her word for it.
He woke an hour ago with a splitting headache that wouldn’t go away and wishing that he was dead. The client was sleeping soundly in the bathtub, and the room was secure so there was no reason for him to watch her peacefully sleep.
Truth was, at the moment he hated Seon Rain because his head was splitting in two and he didn’t think it’d ever go away.
It’d be temporary, he knew, but he hated her at the moment because of it.
“We have a complication,” Lucien said, pulling a shirt over his head; he needed to shower when he got back.
“Shh,” Kita scolded. “You do not have to yell.”
Lucien shook his head; Mother would get a good laugh over this. “I’m not yelling,” he whispered. “You have supersonic, hangover induced hearing. Will was able to isolate the signal that interfered with my implants. Someone was trying to block Ong Se-Ri from eavesdropping on Myo Mi-Sun. That is what caused the interference that nearly dropped me. Unusual tech, hard to come by, so Will is working on locating who purchased it for us.”
Kita groaned. “Two players of concern?”
“One with a face and name,” Lucien confirmed. “The other though, that’s scary.”
“Why?”
Lula joined them from the kitchen; a look of irritation on her face. “Because the person is unknown and trying to protect our client from a threat they were aware of before we were. That type of person is concerning because it usually means mental health issue is the source of their actions. It’s a deep rooted obsession, and when they discover they are no longer needed to protect Myo Mi-Sun, that they have been replaced, they will take it personally and attack the one they are obsessed with.”
Lucien groaned; he hated these types of situations.
“Ong Se-Ri is a stalker,” Lula continued, taking a seat next to Kita and offered him one of the cups of coffee in her hands. “A resentful one that is jealous of the success the subject of their hatred has had over the years. I am in the process of getting restraining orders against Ong Se-Ri and all those in her employment and known associates. The annoying hacker has provided a list of contractors that she has been using, and they will be added to the legal proceedings. They will be served with notices by tomorrow morning. That, hopefully, will help us focus on this new threat that is coming to light. Regrettably, this type of stalker is the hardest to find,” she said.
Kita groaned; he was too hungover to process this right now. “Predator stalker?” he asked the obvious.
Lucien shook his head. “No. That doesn’t fit. A predator stalker would have made very obvious attempts at getting or killing Myo Mi-Sun by now,” he reminded him. “Not everyone gets a predator stalker like you, Brother.”
He rolled his eyes. “Client, not stalker but they acted like one,” he grumbled under his breath.
Lucien smiled wide; it was only ever amusing to one of them.
Lula nodded her agreement. “Trying to protect her they caught her house on fire because it was a danger to their obsession. They are an intimacy seeker, the incompetent subtype, I believe, and the arsonist.”
The two groaned; it wouldn’t end well for their client or them Lula was correct.
Having to deal with one stalker with an unhealthy obsession was one thing, but two upped the ante, as they say.
“It will escalate now that the media believes Myo Mi-Sun is in a relationship with someone,” Lucien warned.
Kita looked over at him. “I missed something, didn’t I?”
“Your little date was captured on film,” Lula explained. “My own resident stalker failed to intercept the threat and instead transposed his face onto yours. Now, the nation is trying to figure out who swept Myo Mi-Sun off her feet, literally. It won’t take long before they figure it out, especially when the two are seen on the red carpet together.”
“What are you talking about? What red carpet?” Kita demanded then cringed because of his own loudness. “I am never drinking again.”
Lucien chuckled. “Yes, that much sake will make you wish you were dead,” he agreed. “You’ll be better in a couple of days. The Producer from Hell wants Myo Mi-Sun on the red carpet to support the Production House’s latest with Gang Moon and his side chick… That’s what they call them in America. Funny way of wording it,” he said in a rush, trying to keep his brother from losing his temper over what he’ll undoubtedly view as a failure on his part. “The current working title is The Flower of the Star, but it’s changed seven times since filming started and it might have a new title by the time of the premier.”
Lula wasn’t amused, but she understood what Lucien was doing and why. “Something to worry about later, Brothers. One issue and two stalkers to deal with at a time.”
They nodded their agreement.
“The problem at hand is the most important,” Lula continued. “Research shows that this type of stalker is very dangerous and can be anyone. We might have already met them and not even realized it. They won’t go away. It’ll escalate and quickly. In their minds, if they can’t have Myo Mi-Sun, no one will,” she regrettably reminded them.
Again, they nodded their agreement.
On the other side of the door of the far suite, Dae-Ho stood listening at the cracked door, his hands covering his mouth. Tears stained his cheeks, and he was struggling to keep from freaking out.
There was more than one person coming for his cousin, and this one had access to Myo Mi-Sun and they didn’t even realize it! The arsonist is someone they know, someone Myo Mi-Sun knows, or they both possibly know, and yet they had no idea.
There truly wasn’t anything they can do to protect her, was there?
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