"How in the hell did you get in?" Monica hissed when he finally let her go.
Richard stepped back and she whirled around to face him, her face alarmed, her eyes wide. His eyes traveled lower to her hands clutching the front of her towel over her breasts. He blinked away and turned his head to the side to intently look at the lamp that suddenly became very interesting. "You might want to get dressed first, sister."
He heard her gasp, probably realizing too late as he did that she was almost completely naked in front of him. She came inside the walk-in closet and Richard made himself busy looking at everything, running through his mind the different things he had to discuss with her.
"You should not have come here. It is too risky," Monica's voice finally said and it was only then that he turned around to face her. She was clad in a loose shirt and cotton pants, ready for bed. Her black hair was tied in a messy bun above her head, pulling her slit eyes even higher.
"There is no other way we can talk to you without raising suspicion," he reasoned, walking to her bedroom door to shut it close. And then he ambled toward the bed and sat down.
"How did you get in? Victor has a tight security and—"
"And I know how to get past them. Been working with the man for years, remember?" he said with a scoff. He motioned with his head, adding, "Rented the unit next door under a different name." He gave her a smug smile. "Do you know that one can literally crawl up the ceiling from one unit to the other?" Gauging by her shocked reaction, his smile widened. "Figured you didn't and those fucking idiots outside your door surely did not bother to check as well. Look up your closet ceiling. You'll see what I am talking about."
Monica rushed back to her closet and inspected the opening above. "Holy shit, you're right."
"Brilliant, am I not?"
She came back to stand before him, hand on her temple, obviously at a loss. "Now what?"
Richard frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Now what? I'm here. What's the plan?"
He shrugged. "I don't know."
"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?"
"Theo is still making up plans. As of this moment, we cannot make you do anything. You barely infiltrated the underground, Monica. You are still under the microscope."
"Victor trusts me."
"That's what I thought too before he decided I should be killed."
She threw him a look and sighed. "I've gone through his files in the company I work with. I had to come back two days ago to hand in my resignation and took the chance to grab as much files as I can."
"You're planning to work full time for the Liaisons?" he asked mockingly.
"I'm planning to figure out how this thing can be done without any casualties."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Hong will come down no matter what. You know that."
"I know. But it does not mean I want him dead in the end. He's still our father."
Ignoring her last remark, he asked, "What did you find in the files?"
"Everything's a sham."
"Figured. Go on."
"I just told you. Everything's a sham. Is that not enough?"
"Of course, everything is a sham. Would you care to elaborate?"
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The RunAway Bastard (Slow update)Mystery / Thriller
It takes one strong act to change everything. Two sons, one father, one woman. RICHARD KARLSSON had to disappear two years ago after his own father ordered his own son to kill the other. VICTOR HONG has many secrets. He's evil, he's cunn...