When Yohan entered his room, his eyes imdiately caught the Wellness Technique Guide sitting on his table.
"What’s this doing out here?" he muttered.
He was certain he had hidden the book perfectly inside his box.
’Did Cassie move it?’
He picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Nothing seed different — the sa mystic wellness mixtures, herbal oils, and anatomical diagrams filled its pages.
He frowned and went to check the box. Everything was exactly as he left it. The clothes he’d used to conceal the book hadn’t been disturbed, not even slightly.
If Cassie had taken it out, she hadn’t done anything else. Still, the thought unsettled him.
He slipped the book into a new hiding spot — wedged between the bed and the fra — and sat down, staring at it for a mont before letting out a quiet sigh.
He went to bed, and after what felt like only a short while, morning had already co.
The house was unusually quiet — almost too quiet. Not a sound ca from the kitchen; his aunt didn’t call him for breakfast, and Cassie hadn’t appeared either.
Yohan sighed and stepped outside, locking the door behind him.
That’s when he saw it — a black rcedes-Benz parked right in front of the house.
"What the... what’s this doing here?" he muttered.
As if on cue, a man in a black suit stepped out of the car.
"Excuse , are you Yohan Choi?"
"Yes... is there a problem?"
"No, sir. I just need your signature to complete the delivery."
"Delivery?" Yohan blinked. "But I never ordered a car... unless I started shopping in my dreams."
The man smiled politely and handed him a clipboard. The car was brand new — one of the latest luxury models, with a sleek design and leather seats still wrapped in plastic.
"It was purchased under the na Helen Carter," the man added.
Yohan froze for a second. Helen? That woman was unpredictable, but this... this was sothing he didn’t even expect from her.
After the man left, Yohan imdiately called her.
"Hey baby!" Helen’s voice rang with excitent. "Did you get the gift I sent you?"
"Yeah... thanks," he said, still stunned. "But Helen, I never asked for a car."
"You didn’t have to ask," Helen said smoothly. "I told you I’d get you whatever you need. I’m at work right now, but co over later... and don’t even think about driving it until you’ve gotten your license."
"Okay..." Yohan muttered before the call ended.
At the precinct, a few officers who had overheard Helen’s tone looked at one another in disbelief.
"Did the deputy just... talk sweetly to soone?" a young female officer whispered.
"I think so," one of the guys said, still processing it.
Another sighed dramatically. "Whoever that guy is, he’s lucky as hell. You know she’s probably spoiling him rotten with her ex-husband’s money."
"Not just that," the first guy added with a low groan, "he probably gets to have her anyti he wants, just imagine if you could"
The other guy nodded in agreent, "I’ll do anything if she would just let taste her feet—"
"—Shut up," the woman snapped before he could finish. "You’re both disgusting. She’s not even that pretty," there was obvious jealousy in her tone,
"You’re just a pair of horny idiots, I’ll report you two,"
"Co on, Sally," one of them stamred, "we were just joking—"
"What are you both doing here?"
The air froze. Helen’s cold voice sliced clean through the room like a blade.
The two n stiffened imdiately, their faces draining of color as the deputy’s heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor
"Get back to work, this instant," Helen barked.
The officers scattered imdiately, each pretending to be busy with sothing—anything—to avoid her glare.
Back at Yohan’s house, he slid into the driver’s seat of the new car. The interior glead with sleek panels and a state-of-the-art dashboard.
’This car must have cost a fortune’
It was sothing he could’ve easily afforded if he really wanted to, but the thought had never occurred to him.
He started the engine, it purred softly, smooth and powerful.
"I’d love to take it for a spin," he murmured, "but I should probably wait until I get my license. Last thing I need is trouble."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "But who in their right mind buys a car for soone they’ve only known for a few days?"
A grin spread across his face. "That woman really is sothing."
He stepped out, locked the car, and headed off to work.
Inside the house, Vivian had just co out of her room when she caught sight of him leaving. She lingered by the window, watching as he disappeared down the street, then turned her gaze toward the gleaming black rcedes parked in front.
After a mont, curiosity got the better of her. She stepped outside, approaching the car cautiously. It was easily worth more than their family’s white sedan, far more.
Pressing her face lightly against the window, she peered inside.
"What was Yohan doing in a car like this?" she muttered, frowning in disbelief.
Yohan arrived at the shop a short while later and imdiately noticed Mia waiting outside, her face pale with worry.
"Mia," he called, hurrying toward her. "Are you okay?"
Before she could answer, the door to the massage parlour opened.
An old man stepped out, small and frail-looking, but with an air of smug confidence. A big fat man in a black coat followed closely behind him. Between them was Remi, her eyes were downcast, and she looked visibly shaken.
Yohan’s jaw tightened the mont he recognized the old man.
Hatoru.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.
Hatoru smiled thinly, leaning on his cane. "I’m only here for a massage. Surely that’s not a cri, is it?"
His gaze shifted toward the won, and his grin widened. "You have such pretty girls working for you, Yohan. That one isn’t really my type," he gestured lazily toward Mia, "but this one—" he tugged Remi closer by the arm, "—this one is lovely. A delicate face like hers should be cherished."
Yohan’s hands clenched into fists.
Hatoru’s eyes glinted with amusent as he slid his hand around Remi’s waist. "I’m thinking of taking her with ," he said casually, "perhaps make her one of my wives."
User Comments
0 comments from readers