Chapter 23

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Nayeon's POV-

I open my eyes and find myself in a familiar place. A room my eyes easily recognize. The smell of the room being the added factor. It's the aroma of the person my nose easily remembers.

It's Jeongyeon's comfy bed and I am in her comfy arms, hugged tightly. 

I blink a few times to wake myself up properly then slowly escape the addictive comfort of hers. Even though my body fights me and tries to shut out everything I have planned, I still manage to pull myself away from her.

I pick up my shoes from the living room and quietly exit the flat. 

I look at the time, it's 10 am. I have to meet one of the private detectives I hired long back to keep a check on a man. He had called yesterday confirming me that he did his job well. I am still hungover but never mind.

I try to remember the things Jeongyeon and I talked about when we were sitting in the corner of the room. I was not stable but not too bizarre. I recollected what I blurted out and thankfully I didn't spill anything about my plans to her. 

I look at myself in the mirror and walk out the door to meet the detective. He is a loyal person who been serving my family for years. The only person I could trust with this job was him. Mr. X.

I have my mask and shades on. I sit beside the man and he glints a smirk from the corner of his eyes.

 I sit beside the man and he glints a smirk from the corner of his eyes

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"Long time, Ms. Nayeon." He greets me, whispering. 

"Long time, Ajhussi. It's so great to see you again." I whisper back staring at my phone's blank screen, to avoid any kind of suspicion.   

He gets up and signals me with his finger to follow him. I get up after 10 seconds and follow him slowly.

He walks towards a cramped pathway between two large building and I can hear some woman shouting and banging utensils, screaming at the top of her lungs. I am scared but now is not the time. 

He lifts up a door and indicates me to walk. I check around left and right and enter the basement, slowly climbing down the stairs. After touching the ground, a loud thud deafens my ears. He uses a button to slide away the walls of the basement and enters the new hall. I follow him. 

Soon afterwards he brings me in to a room with a big glass attached to one side of the room. He gestured his hand towards the mirror. I go and stand in front of it. 

There he sits.

Hands locked behind the chair. Eye swollen with multiple punches. Blood drooling from the corner of his lips. 

Park Jin young.

The rapist. 

"Did you plant the voice modulator ajhussi?" I ask him, staring at the disgusting person sitting in front of me.

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