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1 month and 2 weeks later. Paris, France.

"What the hell is this?" I dropped my fork.

"Kalua pork ma'am." The head chef spoke.

"No this is baked pork butt with blanched spinach. Look at the recipe and do it right. Authenticity is the key to our business." I took out my phone that was ringing. "Yes mom?"

"Your brother is fully recovered. I'd like my company back now." She said.

"It's all yours." I hung up the phone and walked on the back door of the kitchen. I sighed and walked down the street until a found a bar. I went in and sat down.

"What'll be?" The bartender asked.

"I don't care but make it strong." I sat my purse down.

A shot glass was sat down in front of me.

I took the shot and turned the glass over. I looked across the bar. There was a guy with head down on the bar that kind of looked like Ji-Hoo. "What's the deal with that guy?"

The bartender glanced over. "I don't know, he doesn't speak French or very good English."

I took 3 more shots before my curiosity got the best of me. "Yah~ Yoon Ji-Hoo."

He looked up, I was right. He was very drunk from the look of it. "Kai?"

"You look like a fucking wreck." I chuckled a bit before taking another shot.

"Yeah we that happens when the person you love betrays you." Ji-Hoo put his head back down.

"It sucks doesn't? To just have your heart ripped out and stomped on. To know that you put your love into someone and they didn't feel a thing." I knocked back another shot.

He looked over at me and got up. He walked over and took my hand. "I was so stupid to think that she would love me. I chased her fake lies when I should have stayed with you."

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