CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 202. A FARMER’S DAY

Sua stuck her tongue out, feeling kind of guilty but also exasperated. The twins had left these lovebirds last night because they were being all lovey-dovey and teary-eyed, so they thought the morning would be safe.

Why were they acting like they had been deprived of each other still?

"Can you like, wait five more minutes?" Hajin clicked his tongue.

Sua arched her brow. "Five is enough?"

Hajin was about to answer, but Sarah pinched his cheek first--a bit harder this time--to stop whatever it was he wanted to spout. "Shut up, patient," she hissed at him before climbing down the bed, although she was more disappointed at herself.

To think she could forget that Hajin had a bullet removed from his stomach just a few hours ago--she shook her head in self-reprimand while moving to the couch, ignoring the whining, disappointed puppy. Sua had a fun time giggling mockingly at the sullen patient while hugging said patient’s princess.

"Thanks for the clothes, Sua," Sarah said gratefully.

She was far too exhausted to drive back home, and Hajin still needed some transfusion and painkillers last night, so they had no choice but to sleep in the hospital. There was no way Sarah could sleep with her sweater drenched in cold sweat and smeared by Hajin’s blood, so the comfortable change of clothes was a heaven-sent--better than wearing a hospital gown, anyway.

"I reckoned your clothes would be bloody, so..." Sua grinned, acting all cute and clingy to tease the patient even more. "I did good, right?"

Sarah patted the girl’s head, smiling sweetly. "I’m sorry for making you take care of everything in my place."

"Eyy, don’t think about it, Eonni; we were having fun anyway," Sua laughed while twirling and throwing herself to the couch, patting the space beside her for Sarah to come.

"Yup," Suoh chimed in while strolling inside the room, a big bag of breakfast and warm coffee in his hand. "You know Yonghwa Hyung hates drugs, right? We’ll have to take care of them sooner or later anyway, since they tried to do this kind of thing in the city."

"But, well...the one who worked hard to edit the videos is Sol Oppa though," Sua giggled while taking out box after box of sandwiches to the table. She took one with only veggies in it for herself while continuing. "Our job was simply to stir up the internet."

"Farming those dozens of accounts to harass your guild’s traitor paid off, huh?" the younger twin snickered.

"It’s not harassment to state facts!" Sua waved her sandwich defensively. "Not my fault that they hid so many nasty things."

"Indeed," Sarah rummaged around the sandwich with narrowed eyes.

Is Hajin even allowed to eat these? She was wondering about a soup or a porridge when the patient himself grabbed a hearty, meaty one. Well...he did say the bullet did not hit his organ, so...

Maybe it was alright?

Trying to think positively, Sarah looked at the energetic twins to catch their energy. She recalled what Sua told her earlier and glanced at her phone. "I guess Sol is catching up on some sleep now since he hasn’t contacted me again."

"Doubt it," Suoh said. "He needs to give Noah his payment, after all."

Sarah arched her brow. "The actor?"

"Yup," Sua wiggled her brows mischievously. "He’s technically not part of the troupe, you know. Sol Oppa can’t order him around, just asking for help."

"Whelp," Sarah grimaced. All this time, she thought Ahn Noah was one of Sol’s subordinates--and thus, another source of investment she could use. "Now I feel guilty."

"Eh, don’t worry about it," Suoh swatted the air dismissively. "He’s not exactly hating it."

"Sol?"

"Both," Hajin said, brushing crumbs off his shirt--also a new one provided by the twins.

Sarah was amused at both the revelation about Sol’s private life and the fact that Hajin had finished his first sandwich when she hadn’t even started hers. Perhaps losing blood made one feel hungrier than ever, since the big puppy proceeded to grab another one--more balanced with proper vegetables this time.

"Oh, that actor called you ’Teach’ didn’t he?"

"I just taught him some stunts," Hajin shrugged. "He should stop calling me that."

Sua narrowed her eyes as she scanned the bodyguard from head to toe. "You don’t look hurt at all, J."

"She was being dramatic," Hajin tilted his head toward Sarah, who stopped biting into her fruit sandwich and squinted her eyes sharply.

"Come again?"

"I mean I’m actually very, very hurt," Hajin grabbed his stomach dramatically. "Painful, so painful. I’m just good at pretending, Master."

Sarah pinched the bodyguard’s cheek again. "I guess that actor taught you how to act in return, huh?"

"Oh, how do you know?" Hajin grinned. "But since we’re all here having a merry breakfast, the outside world must be in shambles, huh?"

"Fufufu," Sua covered her lips and made a third-rate villainous laugh. "We unleashed the gate of hell!"

* * *

Drug busts did not happen just once in a blue moon. It was an easy case to cause someone’s downfall, so it was often used to target certain people--like celebrities. Most of such cases happened because someone else orchestrated it, cooperating with the police and the prosecution office. This included the newest one.

The scale, however, had never been this big.

Tons of celebrities and public figures were apprehended on the site, aside from the people hosting the event itself. Even those who had a chance to run through the secret exits got caught. For some reason, they also failed to erase any data on their devices, making it a harvest for the prosecutors.

And so, as the other citizens fell asleep, phone calls were being exchanged in certain parts of the city. Some random policemen and prosecutors’ phones were on fire, lawyers got woken up from their sleep, and cars were moving back and forth to the police station that the parking lot was no longer enough.

As expected, however, exchange of contacts and money was being made by entertainment agencies, parents, and lawyers to get the detained customers. The station was in chaos, just as much as the offenders’ legal team. But at least, it happened in the middle of the night and there was no reporter in sight...right?

Right?

The first ’leaked’ recording came at dawn for those with severe insomnia who spent their time scrolling through their phone all night hoping they could fall asleep somehow. These recordings, cut into a lot of parts with different participants but clearly at the same place, were spreading through different viewing platforms. Social media, streaming sites, video content sites, and even the dark web--they were everywhere. Even if one got deleted by an excellent PR troubleshooter team, there were still a lot more spreading.

No one knew who recorded these videos, which seemed to be taken from someone’s point of view--but it didn’t matter. There were enough public figures there to make the media busy for the next month, and for the celebrity antis to dance around.

With videos circulating, there was no way the news media could keep quiet. It was usually easy to pay them to bury this kind of news, but with so many people knowing, people would point fingers at them if they didn’t make a coverage. Certainly, no news media wanted to be stamped as a sellout with no integrity--even if they actually had none.

The internet was buzzing with this topic, and the reporters were running around chasing the people shown in the recording. Some netizens even did their own investigation and dug up the involved parties’ old stuff to further prove the drug use history.

"The gate of hell, indeed," Sarah nodded in agreement with a cup of instant ramen in her hand, slurping the noodles with a glee through her smiling lips as her eyes followed the news coverage on the screen.

"I know you don’t want me to do any work right now, but can you at least order room service, Princess?" Hajin whined from the other couch, where he was told to stay put and rest.

Predicting that some people would come to the apartment because of this case--mainly Amber--Sarah decided to stay at their old hotel room for now. She didn’t want Hajin to do chores or cook--which he would totally do if they stayed at the apartment--and he didn’t want anyone to find out that Hajin got hurt and asked why.

Definitely couldn’t tell Hajin’s father either, although it kind of made her feel guilty.

At any rate, staying at the hotel allowed Hajin to have a full rest while still providing security for Sarah. And as a bonus, both Sol and Austin were just a few floors away.

"Princess..."

"Stop whining, this is just snacking," Sarah said, grinning behind the ramen’s cup. Whoever told her she couldn’t consume msg was just pure evil. "I’m going to order something else later when Austin is here."

"He’ll just make you order something worse," Hajin clicked his tongue.

"You can make the order then, geez..." Sarah rolled her eyes. "Ah, I think he’s here."

Two short knocks on the door were more of a formality than anything, because the door was slammed open the next second.

"What a glorious day!" the financer strutted inside like a champion with a briefcase as a trophy. "Such a bountiful harvest!"