Twisted Desires

17: We Meet Again

"Hanni confronts the loan sharks, while Michael provides backup and support," Scott announced, his tone conveying both determination and concern for their safety.

Hanni's brow furrowed wryly at the mention of facing the loan sharks, a mixture of apprehension and resolve flickering in her eyes as she prepared to confront the daunting task ahead.

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Hanni felt a surge of panic as she was jostled and pushed in the frantic crowd, her heart racing as she struggled to stay upright. In the chaos, she lost sight of the VIP lounge where she had last seen the distinctive red L-shaped couch, and desperation clawed at her chest.

Forced to improvise, Hanni scanned her surroundings, her eyes landing on the gleaming bar nestled in the heart of the yacht. With determination fueling her steps, she fought her way through the throngs of panicked guests, her senses on high alert.

As she reached the bar, relief flooded through her when she spotted them—the loan sharks and Minji, gathered together in a tight-knit group, their expressions smug and self-assured amidst the chaos.

Hanni's pulse quickened with a mix of fear and resolve as she approached, her gaze locking with theirs in a silent standoff. In that moment, she knew that her chance for revenge had finally arrived, and she was determined to make them pay for the injustices they had inflicted upon her. As voices echoed around her, Hanni's attention remained fixated on Minji, whose expression resembled that of someone who had seen a ghost. Inhaling sharply, Hanni steadied herself before speaking. "We meet again," she uttered, her voice carrying a weight of unresolved tension.

His gaze met hers, demeanor calm but curious. "Yes, we do. But what brings you here?" he inquired, his tone tinged with a hint of intrigue. Hanni finally tore her eyes away from Minji to address the question.

Before her stood a man with perfect teeth, blond hair cascading over his forehead. Without the mask that had once concealed his identity, a scar traced its path down his face, a stark reminder of their shared history. Hanni's features contorted with a mixture of anger and defiance as she met his gaze.

"What do you think?" she retorted, her words dripping with resentment as she confronted the man who had once betrayed her.

"All this chaos, so suddenly. It seems whenever you're around, everyone else goes haywire," he remarked with a smirk, his tone dripping with amusement. Hanni's gaze flickered briefly towards him, but she quickly averted her eyes, unwilling to show any sign of weakness.

"Maybe I'm the problem," Hanni admitted with a hint of resignation, her voice tinged with self-awareness. His amusement only seemed to grow at her confession. "Maybe you are," he replied with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As a waiter approached with drinks, clad in the same humiliating attire as before, the man extended the offer. "Care for a drink?" he asked, his tone polite but tinged with an underlying sense of mockery.

Hanni accepted the drink with a nod, but when no one was looking, she discreetly poured it into the nearby plant, her actions deliberate and calculated. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she then tossed the empty glass into the foliage, the movement swift and efficient.

Turning her gaze back to Minji, Hanni met his eyes once again, a silent challenge passing between them. The loan sharks' cruel taunts cut through the tension like a knife as they cornered Hanni on the deck of the yacht. One of them, a smug grin plastered across his face, sneered, "Hey, Hanni, heard your brother couldn't swim. Shame he ended up at the bottom of the ocean, just like you're about to."

Hanni's jaw clenched with fury at the mention of her brother, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of a response. Instead, she stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance.