They say that a rat, once cornered, will bite the cat.
That might be applicable in Jennie and Lisa's case. Except, The Order is nowhere like a Cat. The thought of this made Harringfort frown. It had been months. People around him had been acting like that incident didn't happen. Even Jennie's brother had been acting like Jennie was not gone.
The business has been going well, money is still flowing, their lives are still the same. How could they ignore the fact that Jennie and Lisa just disappeared from Earth six months ago? He gritted his teeth as he stared at Taehyung who was busily typing on his laptop.
Dressed in a crisp all-black corporate attire, Taehyung seemed to have matured since the last time that he saw him in this coffee shop a month ago. He had been observing him, following him around, listening to his meetings, and yet, he never showed signs of concern towards Jennie. He never mentioned his sister in the meetings as well as his phone calls.
"Mr. Kim," Harringfort said as he stood next to Taehyung's table. "Is this seat taken?"
"After a few months, you finally decided to talk." Taehyung said without looking up. "How could I let someone occupy the seat that was supposed to be yours from the moment you started following me around?"
Harringfort frowned. He knew Taehyung had some skills in hacking and computers but he was sure his people were all professional in their jobs. There was no way that he would know he was being followed as most of his people were using CCTV to follow Taehyung's every movement. Of course, he never thought that Taehyung would hack into their server. That would be too far fetched. Harringfort took his seat and pretended not to get affected by Taehyung's words.
He watched as Taehyung elegantly took a sip of his dark coffee with no cream and one sugar— the thing that Taehyung likes the most. "How have you been?" Harringfort asked.
"Why do you ask questions when you already know the answer?" Taehyung countered as he looked at him. "I'm sure you already know that I am doing good." Pursing his lips, Taehyung examined the face of the man in front of him. "You seemed tired. Was it from following me around for months now?"
A snort escaped Harringfort's lips. "Watching Mr. Kim walk around and manage his company made me sleepless." Sarcasm laced his tone. "How could such a man act like his sister never existed?"
"You can only blame yourself for her disappearance." After a few months of managing the company, Taehyung learned a lot in talking to people like this. He had learned that words are like knives, it is as sharp as a sword. However, unlike the sword, some of the pain caused by words do not heal. "My actions should not change the fact that you were foolish enough to align yourself with another foolish man."
"You talk just like her."
"I learned from the best." Taehyung snorted and went back to his computer. He had learned everything from his sister and that is something he was very proud of.
"If she will not show herself... we will soon start targeting her family."
Harringfort's words made Taehyung pause for a few seconds before he continued typing. "Why does it have to be her? Now that she experienced the life of peace, you think she will just reveal herself because you threatened to kill her family members?"
Harringfort turned silent. He knew that Taehyung was only bluffing. "Your sister will show herself soon. Tell her to find me first. I have to talk to her before— "
"How sure are you that she's not dead?" Taehyung interrupted him. Seeing Harringfort turned silent, Taehyung added, "You seemed certain that she would show herself to be one of you. You really don't know my sister." Jennie will show herself to destroy them. That was the Jennie that he knew. Of course, Taehyung chose to keep this for himself.
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The Villain's Wife (Book 2)
FanfictionLike almost every dramatic romance novel, Jennie Kim's story began with an evil stepmother, a scheming stepsister, and a dumb ex-fiance. At twenty, she fell prey to their grand scheme and became the laughingstock of the country. In despair, she left...