Almond's POV
I wanted to help my brother who keeps getting weirder and weirder as time passes by. Although I don't want to admit it, he seemed really in love with that girl. So in order to keep their relationship healthy, I must set a plan.
"Dad!"
Father stopped for a moment. But he continued walking as if he didn't hear me. So I called him again.
"Dad! Wait!" I picked up my pace even though I'm wearing heels.
The second leader of HongYoonChoi looked back at me with an unpleasant expression. His lips are smiling but his brows are frowning. "What is it? My lovely daughter?"
First, I tucked my long blonde hair behind my ears before opening my lips. "I have something important to..."
"If this is about the third heir again, don't even start." Father waved his hand mid-air. "Seungcheol doesn't have any intention to marry you so stop obsessing with that kid."
Usually, when you have a crush on someone
"Who are you? Who sent you?" I asked, grinning. I'm the daughter of HongYoonChoi's second leader, whereas situation like this is a norm. "Do you know, who I am?" I continued. "I don't know who you are. But I'm gonna kill you," he announced, laughing like a crazy dude. 'So he targeted me without knowing my identity?Woah. Psychos do exist!' "Crazy," I called him the way I called my brother. My weapons are in my car, but that doesn't mean I'm already at disadvantage. I still have my stuart weitzman rita hayworth heels that worth $3 million. I removed my stunning heels, with its chocolate color and was once partner with Hayworth's earrings. It was studded with diamonds, sapphires and rubies. 'Argh, this is one of my favorites!' Anyway, I have to use this if I want to kill this man. That's right. My goal isn't to flee but to kill a psycho like him. Because if I won't, he'll probably kill more cute ladies out
Joshua's POV During autumn days, the garden was awash with multi-colored offerings of the trees. It's like breathing gold where the surroundings were covered with orange, yellow, pink and brown. It's the time when people welcomed the fresh cool aid for the upcoming winter. But they will wrap coats around themselves tighter, instead of enjoying to flap in the breeze. Whenever I walk, my feet stepped on every crunchy leaf, as if they were munching chips.It was during that season when I last saw her father. "Mister, do you really have to go?" I asked him. The sweet man who treated me like his own, bent his knees to my level. His warm hand, that was big enough to cover my face, gently tapped my head. "I have. And maybe, I'll come back after many years." "Why?" He didn't explain anything to the young boy. But he never forgot to answer him with a smile. "Young master Joshua. Even if mister leaves, you
Bang! Bang! Bang! Ear piercing sounds from a 50m riffle cracked. They pierced the silence at the wide field, shooing frightened birds that fly in the sky. An orange target was launched by a mechanism called trap from houses on both ends of semicircle. Using a $6, 000 top-of-the-line shotgun, the shooter shoots the moving target. Bang! Skeet shooting is a tense sport that requires immense skill nerve. Success depends on staying cool under enormous pressure. Great mental strength may hinge a victory in single shot. For a young man named Murgine, it's a sport that he excelled from his young age. If only he's not a member of HongYoonChoi, he could play in Olympic games. But he's rich already. Fame and money don't entertain him anymore. If there's one trophy that he wanted to get, then possessing a great power within HongYoonChoi organization will do. "Wow! That's a perfect shot, Murgine!" his friend, who's a member of Choi clan, cl
Woozi'sPOV I'll skip saying anything about how grandiose the governor's house is, since I've been in too many places like this. What important is that I came here earlier than the interview's schedule so I could gather information about the drug that was found inside the secret room within Governor's office. I admit that dude to the giant detective's help, my task has lightened. Though, he doesn't know that it's me who'll execute the plan for today. According from governor's son, all I need is to pick up a book, 90 degrees from the East if you're facing the tinted window. After picking it up, I should put it back diagonally. But before I'll do that, I have to make sure that there's no hidden cameras around. To put my mind on ease, I activated the miniature hidden camera lens finder inside my pocket. This small device will detect both wire and wireless cameras in either offices, home or hotel room. I pressed the button and the g
Minghao’s POVWhen a talkative person suddenly shut his lips and avoid igniting any conversation, everyone will notice that something is goin' on. Whether the sun rises in the west or the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves, I looked at the HongYoonChoi's second heir through the front mirror while I drive.Jeonghan is staring outside of the car window, not to find out what's outside but to exercise his mind. Regarding to what kind of thoughts he has, I'm not sure. It's not easy to read a guy like him. Mostly he appears like a children book, but rarely he's like Ulysses —a novel written by James Joyce during 1922 and one of the hardest stories to understand.My master tried to talk to him a few minutes ago. But young master Jeonghan always answered with short words like: "No." "I don't know." "Maybe." "Hmmm." "Really?" "We'll see about that."Soon, master Celine realized that he is not
Third Person's POV After the appetizer, the meat was served. Celine drooled at the presence of a prime plus Bone-In Ribeye, CarneVino on her plate. This gigantic bistecca Fiorentina, a Florentine porterhouse, is one of the priciest steak of all, costing $170. Without caring about the price, Jeonghan, Kloper and Almond dig on the meat with satisfied look. "Who cooked this? It's good," Almond asked to her father. "I hired Chef Jayson Hedge tonight. I'm glad that my daughter liked this," Kloper replied. "Jayson Hedge? Isn't he the chef we met at Florentie?" Jeonghan flung a question. "Yup." While the three were busy chatting about the dish and the chef, Celine raised her fork and knife. The meat juices flowed down as she cut it. She couldn't describe the joy and excitement in words, rather it was her expression that screamed: 'Oh my God! Look at this!' When she took the first bite, fireworks boomed in her
"Then get married, as soon as possible," Kloper announced. "Since you two love each other that much, get married. Maybe next month, next week or... tomorrow?" They were invited to this dinner for this. Celine prepared enough by practicing last night. Her original plan composed of this reply:'I think it is still early to talk about marriage. I would love to enjoy my sweet time with your son. Besides, it's not been that long since I found my father and brother. Dad will be sad if I choose to wed rightaway.' But that plan failed without even starting from the top. Witnessing the second leader's sagacity, Celine calculated that saying those might sound like lame excuses. Plus, Jeonghan contributed a lot on this change of course.'Whydid he confess like that?'She complained inwardly. His hand is still wrapping hers, like a blanket in cold night. Jeonghan, who bravely said:'I loveyou'to her, stared s
"You promised to help me with brother and Celine," Almond said as she sat on the edge of the bed while looking at her father. She didn't scream, became aggressive or run away like a kid throwing a tantrum. But the way she crossed her arms and pouted her lips made her looks the same way. "You are so irresponsible, dad," she continued in low voice. "If I am irresponsible, what about you?" Kloper suddenly sat up, like an old handsome zombie while sweeping his hair upward. With wide opened eyes, Almond stared at her father. "H-How..." she stuttered an incomplete question. "I promised to help you, right? So, this is me helping you," Kloper chuckled in clear voice. He's well sobered, far from the image he showed a moment ago. There's no way to sober up a drunk man within a few minutes, and for that, Almond realized that they were scammed. "You're not drunk?!" She yelled. He pressed his index finger to the seam of his lips. "Shsssh. Tone it down. You