[Completed]Beginning-Ft. GOT7's Im Jaebum

Chapter eleven

"Well, I'm impressed Mr Im. It was only a few days back when we roughly discussed about this project and you're already done with the presentation with some financial stats for it."

An old man named Lee MinJae, dressed formally, complimented Jaebum through the screen of the computer. Jaebum smiled at the comment.

"You're just like your father." He continued. The smile left Jaebum's face as it turned soft at the mention of his father.

"He was also committed to this business just like you. We only did one project together but it was enough for me to know that he was such a great man." Lee MinJae said, a little nostalgic.

Jaebum sadly nodded. But a part of him was happy that people still remember his father in their good memories. And on top of that he was said to be like his father, this made him happier.

"Thank you Mr Lee." The young man was grateful for those words. But before the line could be disconnected, Mr Lee said something is a teasing manner.

"I heard that you're on your honeymoon. You should be enjoying Jaebum." And then it clicked in his mind...

Where is Meera?
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"P-please. N-no."

The cleaner leaned forward and planted his chapped lips on Meera's jaw for a sloppy kiss. She squirmed in disgust as a scream left her throat.

"H-help!" She tried to push him away when he bit her neck at multiple places. The pain was too much for her as he dug his teeth in her skin till blood oozed out of it.

"No!"

Before the cleaner could go further with his actions, he was pulled away with a strong force. Meera slid across the wall and hugged herself. Her trembling body couldn't take it in as she lost her consciousness.

The man punched the cleaner and asked the guard who was accompanying him to take him to the authorities. He then picked up the girl in his arms after draping her exposed shoulders with his blazer.

He swiftly but smoothly carried her to her room. The hotel manager, Jaebum and some other staff were there, in front of the room. Jaebum quickly ran to the man who was carrying his wife before taking her in his arms. Without saying anything he went inside his room and placed her on the bed.

He couldn't muster up the courage to say something to her even if she was unconscious. He raised his hand and gently caressed her bruises as a small drop of dried blood on her neck came in contact with his fingertip. A tight knot was formed in his throat as he looked at his wife. He could feel that she would have been scared and crying, asking for mercy and help. The image of her being harassed by someone made him angry. Mad.

And this ignited a spark in him.

He covered her with blankets before leaving to meet the staff; her tear stinted face not leaving his mind.

"Who was he?!" Jaebum held the saviour's collar and pushed him against the wall. His tone was scary with each and every word filled with poison.

"Sir." The staff tried to pull Jaebum before he does something regretful.

"Where is he?!" He screamed pushing away the staff. He was dead serious and he wanted answers. The manager stepped forward to handle the situation. After all Jaebum was one of their VIPs.

"Sir we have sent him to the required authority. Appropriate action will be taken against him. We will make sure of that." He said calmly.

But Jaebum wasn't buying that.