Chapter 92
Seoul, Korea
Twilight Theater
“Yes, what he said,” Will dryly agreed, joining them with Lula. “Are we done? These people are staring and I don’t like it,” he whined, loud enough that those staring clearly heard his complaint.
Lula elbowed him in the side, warning him to mind him manners; they just talked about this. “Calm down. It’ll be over soon.”
As if on cue, Hwang Sang-Hee came over with a smile consuming his face.
“Myo Mi-Sun!” Hwang Sang-Hee loudly greeted. “It has been too long. You look amazing. Is this a new turn in your career? You playing the role of naughty seductress? Does this mean contractual closed mouth kisses will no longer apply?” he mused before licking his lips. “You look amazing and never did I think something so delicious looking,” he said, motioning toward her chest, “was hiding this whole time.”
Rain looked from her co-star to Kita and the look on his face warned that a fight was about to start.
There were only three possible ways this would end.
Either Dae-Ho went diva and released some of the files, pictures or videos he had in his collection.
Or Myo Mi-Sun tries to keep the peace as always and gets hurt in the process.
Or Kita kills him.
The latter amused her, and she laughed, almost sounding maniacal as she threw her head back.
Hwang Sang-Hee looked at her confused. “Care to share the joke?” he asked.
“I would rather cut my tongue out then do anything other than a close mouth kiss with you on screen,” she scathingly informed him. “And even that is stomach turning and vomit inducing. You have, quite possibly, the worst breath in the industry.”
That got many chuckles from those in the reception area eavesdropping.
Hwang Sang-Hee’s smile fell and he glared at her.
That was the in Dae-Ho and Will were waiting for.
“How was rehab?” Dae-Ho asked, loudly, pulling the rude man’s attention off of his cousin.
Hwang Sang-Hee’s eyes widened.
“Oh, was it still a secret that the Production House has been picking up your expensive rehab bill when you don’t actually have a drinking problem?” Dae-Ho rhetorically asked, looking around, noting the irritation clearly visible on the faces of those that didn’t know and those that did. “And instead you use it as a vacation in the middle filming because you didn’t read the script or you got into it, again, with either the Director, Producer, crew, or your co-stars?”
Hwang Sang-Hee’s mouth opened more than once, but nothing came out.
Myo Mi-Sun smirked; there was no reason to be the villain when her cousin was a diva and had been waiting for this moment for years.
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