Chapter 93
Seoul, Korea
Twilight Theater
Everyone in the area was looking at them. Some were teeming with irritation, others were concerned and curious about how Hwang Sang-Hee would recover from this if it went public.
It didn’t matter if the allegations were true or not.
The public only cared about who came out on top, and apparently their go-to scapegoat found a backbone and isn’t taking it anymore.
That would affect more than one career in the industry, and would cause a few scandals.
Hwang Sang-Hee got in Dae-Ho’s face and Lucien stepped closer to them, readying to protect him if needed. “Big actions and words coming from a little bastard that even his mother didn’t want,” he scoffed, trying to take control of the situation. “Reel your cousin in, Myo Mi-Sun, before I smack him around like I did you,” he hissed under his breath.
Rain grabbed Kita’s arm and squeezed it in warning, pulling him back into her. “Don’t,” she whispered, weaving her fingers through his, stealing his attention. “Please calm down.”
Kita cocked an eyebrow but didn’t pull away from her.
Will smiled, his mobile phone in hand. “Listen to your woman, Kitty,” he warned since he would take care of it.
“Don’t call me that,” Kita grumbled under his breath.
Will smirked. “Now, you really shouldn’t have done that,” he parentally scolded Hwang Sang-Hee, his voice carrying throughout the reception area now. “The next time your Manager feels the need to release canid pictures that were heavily edited to the media, painting you as the victim, remember Myo Mi-Sun now has a hacker in her pocket that has no problem ruining you and your career,” he announced, hitting send.
The screens that were meant to play the movie William Lee easily hacked, just like he did the red carpet lighting, and were suddenly filled with the unedited pictures Will recovered from Manager Jang Min’s laptop.
It showed Hwang Sang-Hee throwing a tantrum on set and his co-stars trying to calm him down. But most importantly, it showed Hwang Sang-Hee striking Myo Mi-Sun unprovoked when they were running lines.
Hwang Sang-Hee looked around the reception area to the images filling the screens then to the faces of those giving him disapproving looks.
There was no way he’d recover from this.
It wasn’t possible!
He looked to his manager for help but she shook her head, giving him a look that translated to she wasn’t bailing him out of this one.
“You little prick!” Hwang Sang-Hee hissed, pulling his arm back to swing on Will, the one that ruined his reputation and career.
If he could do nothing else, he’d at least bloody the one that did this to him.
Before Hwang Sang-Hee’s fist could make contact, a baton connected to his arm and knocked it away before a second caught him in the stomach. The short, black weapons moved seemingly in a blur as they connected over two-dozen times. She expertly, and painfully, made each hit purposely long term painful; it’d take well over a month before the tenderness and bruising went away.
Lula spun the deadly weapons around in her hands, spinning around in the process, taking Hwang Sang-Hee’s legs out from under him then stomped down between his legs.
Loud applause and whistling came from those watching, amused and impressed, that didn’t care for the pompous actor.
They were unaware this event would come with a K-Drama worthy live show!
Will smiled wide. “I bet you didn’t see that coming, now did you?” he mused; he was getting turned on.
Lula smirked and ground her boot into Hwang Sang-Hee’s crotch causing him to cry out in pain.
Dae-Ho squatted down next to the writhing man and rested his elbows on his knees. “The next time you put your hands on my cousin,” he warned, “or any woman on set, I will release a video of my own that you are starring in. And I promise you now, you will never recover from that embarrassment. Do you understand?” he asked, but didn’t wait for a response and punched him in the face, knocking him out and most likely breaking a finger in the process. Dae-Ho looked to Manager Jang Min. “You want to come at me or my father next? It will be the last thing you ever do in this industry,” he warned, standing.
Manager Jang Min glared at him but stayed back instead of rushing to her client’s aid.
“That’s what I thought,” Dae-Ho sneered. “All bark and no bite, just like her talentless clients. I’m bored, let’s go,” he announced.
Myo Mi-Sun chuckled, darkly, then took his offered arm. “But you were just starting to liven up this snooze fest of a premier,” she mused, looking to the stunned Producer.
“True, but if we don’t, I fear more than one career will be ruined this evening,” he amusingly informed her, loud enough that those watching heard.
She nodded her agreement and they headed towards the exit route security had secured for them. “We shall see if you show up on set, Sang-Hee,” she amusingly called out as they went then waved over her head.
Lucien took the lead and Kita walked behind them, his hand resting on Rain’s back; Will and Lula were walking arm in arm next to them.
Down the hallway they went, Rain was trying to keep from laughing more than she already had, and Dae-Ho was livid now that he had seen the pictures of his cousin getting hit; Lula should have smashed his balls into pancakes in his opinion.
“Thank you for defending me,” Rain said.
Dae-Ho kissed her on the cheek. “Next time tell me, don’t keep it from me.”
“There won’t be a next time,” she promised him. “I’m not Myo Mi-Sun anymore. I’m Seon Rain, and I will fight back. I’m done hiding… Too much evil at once?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to Kita.
Kita shook his head. “It was the perfect amount,” he assured her and she smiled wide.
But that smile was short lived when something registered with her.
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