My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 17

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The waiting and not knowing what Jennie will decide or when her memory will return is going to be the end of me. I fucking hate it.

It's been two weeks since I mentioned the marriage to form an alliance, and she hasn't said anything about it since.

Patience is not a fucking virtue. It's pure torture.

Walking into the gym, I find Jennie jogging on a treadmill. She's nearly regained her former muscle and strength. But then again, she's been working out like a demon.

Climbing on the treadmill next to hers, I set the pace for a slow jog so I can warm up.

"You're late," she says, sounding a little breathless.

I was on a call with Carson, who hasn't been able to find the girls. It's been a month since Carson and Damien were forced to breach Jennie's safe house, only to find it empty.

The girls we saved before Jennie got hurt just vanished, and I can only hope Chaerin didn't get to them first.

Also, there's still no fucking trace of Chaerin. She's too quiet, and I get a feeling she's planning an attack. Even though she was seen in Ethiopia, there's been no proof of life, and I think it's to throw us off her track.

"I had business to take care of," I reply as I increase my pace. "Something wrong?" Jennie asks, sparing me a glance.

"Just frustrated," I mutter, increasing my pace until I'm running. "Chaerin's nowhere to be found, and I don't like it one bit."

Jennie slows her treadmill down to a stop, and then it looks like she's deep in thought.

"You know where she might be hiding?" I've asked Jennke before, but all the places she mentioned didn't help to find Chaerin.

"What about St. Monarch's?" Jennie turns her eyes to mine. "That's where I'd go."

A frown forms on my forehead. Then it fucking hits me like a ten-ton truck. I should've thought of St. Monarch's. That's where we all go if we need medical care and to lay low.

Fuck!

Madame Keller knows I've been looking for Chaerin.

Fuck.

Stopping the treadmill, I rush out of the gym and head straight for the security room, where I left my phone. Picking up the device, anger begins to bubble in my chest as I dial the number for St. Monarch's.

"What's wrong?" Bambam asks. I hold up a hand to silence him.

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

"Is Chaerin Kim there?" I bite the question out.

Madame Keller doesn't answer immediately before she answers, "You know I can't tell you if a guest is on the grounds. Especially if they're paying for the security St. Monarch's offers."

Motherfucker.

I end the call before I start a war with Madame Keller, and then I slam a fist on the desk. "Fuck!"

Bambam gets up from the chair. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

"Chaerin's fucking hiding at St. Monarch's," I say, my voice deadly from the rage pulsing through my body.

I fucking should've checked St. Monarch's first. I've wasted so much time.

"Fuck," Bambam mutters just as Jennie comes walking into the security room.

She must've heard what I just said because she doesn't hesitate to remind me, "St. Monarch's is neutral ground. Going after my mother while she's there will take a hell of a lot of firepower."