Chapter 47: Wild Bullet

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LUHAN:

 

“Jagiya!!”

He called out for the nth times as he wanders inside the coffee shop and the garage of the said place.

“Excuse me miss, did you happen to see a girl about this height, wearing floral dress with dark brown hair curled about this long?” he asked one of the customers who gone by from the comfort room.

It’s been ten minutes past since Jenny excused going to the wash room but till then she haven’t gone back.

“Oh! Yes, your wife Mr. Shin, right?” the girl asked and though surprised of being known, he shrug the thoughts off and nodded.

“She’s with a guy in black suit a minute ago, and I think they’re in rough conversation since your wife refuses to follow him-“

“What?!” he gasped.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” He apologized realizing his reaction isn’t good. “Thank you very much.” He thanked and hurriedly run through the garage to find Jenny.

“Sh*t! Sehun! You fooled me!” he hissed as he dialed Sehun’s number while dashing his way towards his car.

“Hyung! Jenny is-“

“What the f*ck you think you are doing Sehun?! Stealing my wife with-“

“Listen first, will you!” Sehun huff and so he paused, letting him explain his side.

“Hyung, if you think I’m with Jenny right now then you’re wrong! She’s with Soo Jung and unfortunately that b*tch wants to kill her!” Sehun explained.

“What?!” he asked in disbelief.

“There’s no time to explain further hyung. I’m in a hurry to catch her now!”

“But-“

He get’s cut since the latter ended the call. He hurriedly get into his car and scribbles some numbers on his phone and immediately, the other line answered.

“Yes, good evening!”

“Yes sir! This is Mr. Yohan Shin. I need your help to back me up. My wife got kidnapped and was in this crucial state.” He explained.

“Copy sir, tell us the place and we’ll be right there.”

“Okay, I’ll trace her and send it then. Thank you.” He cut the line and fired up the engine going to were Jenny was.

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Dark alleys welcomed him as he saunter’s his way towards this empty street.

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