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— 𝟎𝟓
"Fallstreak holes, also known as a hole punch cloud or cloud canal, a Fallstreak hole can form inside cirrocumulus or altocumulus clouds. These holes are thought to appear when the water temperature in the clouds is freezing but haven't formed ice." Yeon-jin narrated with a smile, unbeknownst to others was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
After leaving the set, she sat by the backseat focused on her Instagram, and the group chat with her so-called best friends. Yeon-jin snickered when Myeong-oh offered to give Hye-jeong 100 won at her wedding.
But her smile faded when a notification appeared in her inbox, Yeon-jin checks the message out of interest.
It was from an unknown number.
- Unknown: I can see you :) -
Yeon-jin scowled at the message thinking it was a prank but what made her shudder in fear was Unknown's second message.
- Unknown: you look pretty in that pink dress. . . -
Yeon-jin's eyes broadened in fright, she frantically look behind through the car's tinted windows, wondering who was playing with her.
It can't be Hye-jeong or Myeong-oh they were too scared to fucking threaten her.
Her ears perk up when another notification from Unknown emerged in front of her phone screen, Yeon-jin screamed frightening her So-Yo and the driver, her hands were so shaky that she dropped her phone on the floor.
- Unknown: I know who is Ye-sol's real father
[ Unknown sent a picture to you ]
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Yeon-jin was fuming in anger, she was sure that Moon Dong-eun was doing this. Due to vexation, Yeon-jin stepped on her phone using the heel of her green shoes.
She bit her nails trying to calm herself down. Whoever was doing this to her will surely pay.
Yeon-jin will have to visit the Shaman later. Haneul grins smugly when she did not receive a message from Yeon-jin, she was most likely trembling in fear.
Having someone know about your dirty secret would make you shudder in anxiety. Haneul's smile vanished when her eyes landed on his calling card laying inside her bag. Before leaving Ha Do-yeong gave her his calling card for some strange reason.
Haneul's mind began to wonder about it.
They weren't friends they were just strangers who knew each other through their spouses. Haneul shakes her head thinking it was just a friendly gesture.
Yet having Do-yeong's calling card was good. She'll use this as a tramp card in the future. Ha Do-yeong was Yeon-jin's greatest achievement.
He was her greatest glory as a trophy wife. Haneul will do anything to kill her heart.
She shut the car's door, flamboyantly entering the church where Lee Sara's father was a priest. This was the first time she attended a mass.
Hopefully, God will accept Satan's disciple.
The people from the business industry were awestruck, Sara's eyebrows furrow in question, wondering why the woman in brown was familiar. She snapped when her mother hit her shoulder harshly.
"What are you looking at? Bow."
"Huh?" her mother pushed her back down forcing Sara to bow down at the woman who walked closer to them. Haneul bowed with a beaming smile at her greeting the woman back.
"Oh my, you must be Park Haneul of the Valeria group. Nice to meet you." Haneul smiled at her, shaking her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Mrs. Lee." Haneul greeted, her business smile never disappearing on her lips. Sara's mother gasp in shock, flabbergasted that Haneul knew her.
"My goodness, you know me?"
"My father once came here for a mass, he said that he and Mr. Lee were good acquaintances," Haneul replied.
Sara's parents chuckled meanwhile the artist was utterly confused. She didn't know that their families were connected at some point, probably because she was preoccupied with drugs and shit.
"What a kind child, I wish prosperity in your life." Sara's father joined in.
Haneul muttered a thank you to his compliment before her eyes stopped at Sara who flinched at the look she gave.
Those dark eyes were akin to black holes, sucking you out. It almost scared Sara to become one of its victims.
"Do you remember me? We met on my wedding day. Jae-joon's wife."
Sara nodded reluctantly, still skeptical after feeling the aura she presented.
"Y-Yeah, I remember you." Haneul smiled.
"The painting you gave us was beautiful, I hope you're as beautiful as that painting." Sara stared at her, those eyes again. She wanted to pluck those eyes.
It was a death glare, blank and scary. Those eyes were the type that'd give you nightmares at night. Sara wondered if she should indulge in drugs again just to forget those horrifying eyes.
Sara's mother awkwardly laugh as she brought Haneul to sit next to her, Haneul was generous enough to accept her invitation as the mass started for today.
It was the day that Lee Sara confirmed that devils were true.
But they weren't little gremlins with horns sticking out on their head with a punch fork, burning in orange flames.
They look humane and beautiful. A shadow mask sculpted by a passionate artist, it was dreamy like an illusion. They can easily deceive someone and drown in the depths of the fire pit they belonged. Unfortunately, Jae-joon was one of those foolish people.
But Sara won't make the same mistake as his.
If Park Yeon-jin was a demon in disguise then Haneul was Satan itself disguised as Satan's disciple.
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