My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 4

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After watching Jennie sneak back over the mansion's wall, I steer the SUV toward the safe house.

What the fuck did I witness tonight?

It's rare for something to catch me by surprise. Jennie freed a shipment of girls. I was prepared for anything but that.

It's also rare for anything to impress me.

And fuck, did Jennie Kim impress me tonight. She was nothing like the socialite everyone thought her to be. Far from it. She was badass and expertly trained, in and out of that junkyard in less than an hour.

Holy fuck.

Parking the SUV in front of the house, I get out. Still stunned, I walk toward Bambam, where he's standing by the front door.

He looks pissed as fuck as he snaps, "Two hours?"
Stopping in front of him, I lock eyes with him. "You will not believe what I saw tonight."

A frown forms on Bambam's forehead as he moves to the side so I can enter the house. "What?" he asks while following me to the security room.

I drop my backpack next to the chair, and sitting down, I shake my head as I lift my eyes to Bambam's. "Jennie Kim freed slaves."

Bambam takes a seat on the other chair. "Was that her sneaking into the mansion?" He gestures at the screens, where he must've seen it.

"Yes." I let out a deep breath, then shake my head again. "I wish you were there to see her in action. She was fucking badass."

"So...? Are you telling me she's working against her own mother?" Bambam asks with a skeptical expression.

"Yes, but we'll watch her for a while to make sure," I reply, needing to make sure this wasn't just a once-off thing for Jennie.

I doubt that's what it was. Jennie was too comfortable... as if she's done it a hundred times.

"Then what?"

Relaxing back in the chair, I shrug. "Then we can use Jennie to get to Chaerin."

"Or..." Worry flickers in Bambam's gaze.

"Or what?"

"They know we're here, and Jennie's a distraction to get you out in the open."

Resting my elbow on the armrest, I stare at Bambam for a while before I say, "I don't think that's the case."

"How do you know?"

"The same way I know everything. I'm God, remember," I chuckle at Bambam before I grow serious again. "Gut instinct."

"Okay." Bambam glances back at the screens showing all the cameras. "You're not tailing Jennie alone again. Just in case."

"I planted a tracking device on her motorcycle," I mention as I take my phone out of my pocket. "I'll get an alert if Jennie's on the move." I bring up the phone number for St. Monarch's, then look at Bambam. "Time to find out everything we can about the Princess of Terror." I press dial, and a couple of seconds later, Madame Keller answers her private line.

"Ms. Manoban, to what do I owe the honor?"

Madame Keller is the architect behind St. Monarch's, where most of us received our training. It's also neutral ground where people like me can hide if we need to.

"I need everything you have on Jennie Kim"

Madame Keller lets out a chuckle. "Miss Kim is high-value. It will cost you fifteen million." Information is one of the most expensive things in my world.