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“Anything else?”

“He likes working. He loves his family. It’s widely known he overindulges his daughter.”

And I’m about to take her from him. He’s going to swing a golf club at me.

“Oh my God! Declan!”

Oh no. I grit my teeth, but it doesn’t help. Jessica doesn’t care what others are doing. What’s important is what she wants, right now.

“Hold on a minute,” I say to Benedict, then turn to her. How the hell should I get rid of her? I fake a friendly smile.

It seems to encourage her. “I knew you weren’t going to be with that skank for long.”

Excuse me? Did she just call Yuna “that skank”?

“You’re just too smart for her,” Jessica adds. “Where are you going? I’m going to the Maldives. It’s gorgeous out there. Wanna join me? I’m sure we can get you a seat on the plane.”

The Maldives? I’d rather stab myself in the face than spend time trapped with Jessica on a tiny island. But why should I ruin my good looks? “I can’t join you in the Maldives, but I have been trying to get in touch with you.”

“You have?” She squeals and stares up at me, her eyes wide and eager.

“Yes. I wanted to let you know Aiden Hill has started handling medical malpractice cases.”

Her smile loses some of its brightness.

“I told him,” I continue, “that you’d be a perfect first client.”

Her hands fly toward her face and cover her nose.

“You want his number?”

“No!” She spins around and starts running.

I start to laugh as she totters away on her heels. “What’s so funny?” asks Benedict.

“Nothing.” He won’t get the joke. But I’m going to tell Yuna. “Anyway, dig more into Yuna’s dad’s preferences and text me.”

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Declan

When Yuna and I land in Seoul, it’s a madhouse. Her parents send two black Mercedes and a huge black SUV for our things. Well, mainly Yuna’s things, because she shopped until she and her people couldn’t carry any more stuff.

A woman in a black skirt suit introduces herself as Ms. Go and welcomes us to Korea. She says I’m to stay at the primary residence—where Yuna’s parents live—and Yuna’s going to her condo in Gangnam. I want to object, but I keep my mouth shut because I understand where her parents are coming from. If I had a daughter as beautiful as Yuna, I wouldn’t want some bastard around her without a shotgun-wielding chaperone.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Yuna smiles at Ms. Go. “I’m going to be staying at the primary residence too. I so miss my mom and dad.”

“As you wish, Ms. Hae,” Ms. Go says before turning to a couple of men in black suits who came with her and instructing them in Korean.

Ms. Go and her people take the first car. Yuna and I take the second, with Mr. Choi driving and Ms. Kim sitting in the passenger seat. The SUV follows.

“Thank you for not abandoning me to your father’s tender mercies,” I whisper into Yuna’s ear.

“You’re welcome. I don’t want any accidental incidents.”

“What do you mean?” Am I going to get poisoned? Shot and buried in the backyard?

She whispers, “When my dad met my first boyfriend in junior high, he ‘accidentally’ dropped a knife on him.”


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