Perhaps Love

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Three years later in Busan

In a neither too big nor too small house in the downtown laid a huge couch which Lisa liked most. She was applying a facial mask, so she could stay shining all day.

Now she lived on her face, so she had to cherish it.

Compared with being some other's mistress, now she was living decently at least. She became a C-list celebrity under Seulgi's push.

As the agent, Seulgi inherited the talent from her family. Actually they only tried to scrape a living. They didn't mean to stay in the entertainment circle or became quite famous, after all it was too complicated.

Lisa lied on the couch and recalled those good old days, suddenly her phone rang.

It was Seulgi. She picked it up and heard a man's threatening voice,

"Seulgi is now in box 327 of Nightlife Club. You come and I'll let her go."

Seulgi cried, "Don't you come!"

"Wait for me!" She cried and immediately hung up.

She drove on the road like crazy and arrived at Nightlife Club in less than twenty minutes.

The waiter showed her inside.

At this time, someone pushed the door of room 310 open, making a call. With a random glance, he could never move his eyes off her.

But Lisa didn't notice that someone was having an eye on her. She rushed into room 327, finding a nearly naked stripper was dancing there.

Everyone went quiet on seeing her. And the man sitting on the couch yelled, "Keep dancing!"

Lisa looked inside. There were over ten men in this room, while Seulgi was sitting in a corner of a small couch, with two tall and strong bodyguards in black behind her.

Those men were drooling about Lisa's fairy skin, beautiful face and long legs.

Their head was called Jiyong, son of the mayor of Busan City, a womanizer everybody knew in this circle. He preferred women with slim waist and long legs.

And Lisa happened to meet every standard of him. So he began to go after her, but Lisa turned him down.

He didn't push her. He was not interested in those easy hookers. But half a year's time had really worn out all his patience.

Today Seulgi went to talk about the contract with a director who happened to Jiyong's friend. After a few drinks, Jiyong became bold and asked his people to kidnap Seulgi to force Lisa to give in.

Standing at the door, Lisa took a deep breath and asked, "On what condition will you release her?"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "As long as you stay to have some fun with Mr. Kwon, we'll let her go."

"If you can make Mr. Kwon happy tonight, maybe tomorrow he is going to buy you a Lamborghini. Isn't it better than being a C-list star?"

Those assholes derided and taunted.

Lisa tried to restrain her anger with her fists clenched tight, then said lightly, "Let her go. We can talk."

Jiyong waved his hand and then Seulgi got up and walked toward Lisa. They had an eye contact. Lisa nodded slightly, with something complicated in her eyes.

Seulgi knew those people, so when she passed over Lisa, she whispered, "Those men have pedophilia. They have just tortured a little girl." Speaking of which, she went out and closed the door.

Her words made Lisa chill. The raging fire was burning in her eyes.

Jiyong brooked no delay. He meant to do it here. So he stood up and cornered Lisa, with grim smile on that ugly face, "Jagi-yaaaa!"

"This is so goddamn gross!"

Lisa hummed, grabbed a beer bottle on the desk and smashed on Jiyong's head. Immediately the bottle broke into pieces and the blood squirted out from his head.

Everything fell into a mess.

Then some of his men threw themselves at Lisa. Instead of getting panicked, she directly threw a side kick and all of them got knocked down.

Everybody there was dumbfounded. No one had ever expected such a thin body to be so strong.

With her foot stepping on that man's face, Lisa sneered.

"You know why you are under my feet? Because trash should be trampled on."

Jiyong didn't expect this C-list celebrity was really something. She was not afraid to offend him at all. He really needed to teach her a lesson!

"Whoever knocks this woman down, I'll pay him a hundred thousand!"

For Jiyong's status, even if he didn't pay, there was a long line of people there waiting to do something to apple polish him.

She was quite flexible, while those rough men looked so clumsy in such a narrow space. So no one could catch her at all. Instead, she kicked the down parts of those people.

While the fight was still heated on, the door got pushed open and came in three people.

One of them who looked coquettish took off his glasses, and sneered, "What a lively scene!"

"Hold your hands!" Jiyong shouted, and immediately moved his ass to him, saying with a flattering tone, "Mr. Choi."

This guy was from the capital, way more powerful than Jiyong, not at the same level at all.

Mr. Choi asked out of curiosity, "What is going on here?"

Jiyong's head was still bleeding. Though he pressed it with a napkin, he was still quite pissed off.