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โ˜†เฟเผตเฝฝเผ†เผ’ ๐‘จ/๐‘ต เผ’เผ†เฟเผตเฝฝโ˜†
โ˜†เฟเผตเฝฝเผ†เผ’ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ป๐‘ฌ๐‘น เผ’เผ†เฟเผตเฝฝโ˜†
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’“ โ™กโžท~
๐‘ฏ๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’š๐’†๐’๐’๐’ˆ'๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š
๐Ÿญ. ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐Ÿฎ. ๐—๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ผ & ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜‡๐—ผ
๐น๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜
๐น๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ 2
๐Ÿฏ.๐—ก๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐Ÿ’•
๐Ÿฐ.๐—ก๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐˜€ โ˜•๐ŸŒŒ
๐Ÿฑ. ๐—๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐Ÿ”žโš ๏ธ
๐Ÿฒ.๐—ข๐—ต ๐—š๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด-๐—๐—ฎ
๐Ÿณ.๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜†๐Ÿท๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น
๐Ÿด.๐“๐ก๐ž ๐™๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐š ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐’๐ง๐š๐œ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ƒ
๐Ÿต. ๐—ข๐—ต ๐—š๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ท๐—ฎ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜‡๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—บ?!
๐‘ฌ๐’™๐’•๐’“๐’‚ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ( ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’˜๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•)
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ.๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐— ๐—ฟ๐˜€.๐—–๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ถ'๐˜€ ๐˜‡๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ.๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ.๐—œ'๐—บ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ. ๐Ÿฎ๐—ž ๐—ฆ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น : ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜‡๐—ผ & ๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ด๐—ฎ ๐—ฃ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ฎ
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฐ. ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ & ๐— ๐—ฟ.๐—›๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด'๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฑ. ๐‘พ๐’†'๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฒ. ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜‡๐—ผ
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿณ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’Š ๐‘ด๐’š๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’†๐’†'๐’” ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿด. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“?!
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿต. ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’† ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’–๐’”๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ. ๐‘จ๐’ ๐‘ฐ๐’„๐’†๐’… ๐‘บ๐’†๐’˜๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿญ. ๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ!!
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ. ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป!! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ”ช
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ. ๐‘ถ๐’‰ ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’š๐’๐’–'๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’ ๐’‘๐’š๐’“๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’„
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฐ. ๐—๐—ท๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐Ÿœ
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฑ. ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐‘ญ๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’…'๐’” ๐‘พ๐’†๐’…๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฒ. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’”๐’•๐’–๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’๐’“๐’, ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’š๐’†๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‚
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿณ. ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿด. ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’•๐’š๐’‘๐’†, ๐’š๐’๐’–.
๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿต. ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ!!!
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฌ. ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿญ. ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฎ. ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ด๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ท๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น + ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐‘ท๐’”๐’š๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’‰ ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”ช
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ. ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฑ. ๐‘ฐ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฒ. ๐—›๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ป-๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿณ. ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’†๐’‰๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’” ( ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐Ÿ )๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โคโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’•
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿด. ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’†๐’‰๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š ๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’” ( ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐Ÿ) ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โคโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’•
๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿต. ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’†๐’‰๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’š ๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’” ( ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐Ÿ‘) ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โคโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’•
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฌ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸคŸ
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿญ. ๐‘ฏ๐’†๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ฑ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฎ. ๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’๐’‚๐’๐’…
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฏ. ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐—ป-๐—ž๐˜‚๐—ธ
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ & ๐——๐—ฟ. ๐—š๐—ถ๐—น'๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฑ. ๐‘ป๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฌ. ๐‘ฏ๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’”? โค
๐‘ต๐’†๐’˜๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’“ โ™ฅ๏ธŽโžด~
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฒ. ๐—๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ ๐—ฉ๐—ฆ ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿณ. ๐—๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ ๐—”๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฉ๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—”๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ซ
๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿต. ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜‡๐—ผ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—–๐—˜๐—ข
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฌ. ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜€
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ. "๐‘ต๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’"
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฎ. ๐— ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ + ๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜‡๐—ผ & ๐—”๐—ต๐—ป ๐—š๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ธ
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฏ. ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ธ ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฐ. ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ. ๐‘ถ๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฒ. ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜‚๐—น๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿณ. ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜‚๐—น๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐Ÿฎ
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿด. ๐‘ด๐’“. ๐‘จ๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’๐’ & ๐‘ด๐’Š๐’”๐’” ๐‘ฉ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ
๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿต. ๐‘ด๐’“. ๐‘จ๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’๐’ & ๐‘ด๐’Š๐’”๐’” ๐‘ฉ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐Ÿ
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฌ. ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿญ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—š๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง 
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฎ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐ŸŽŽ๐Ÿ”–
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฏ. ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’Š ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’†๐’‰๐’š๐’–๐’'๐’” ๐‘ญ๐’–๐’๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’ โšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ•Š
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฐ. ๐‘ด๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’”๐’š๐’„๐’‰๐’ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†๐’๐’•!! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ•ต
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฑ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐˜„๐—ป๐˜€
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฒ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿณ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿด. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ
๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿต. "๐‘ฐ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’‚๐’ ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…!"
๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฌ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—”๐˜๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ
๐Ÿณ๐Ÿญ. ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—”๐˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐Ÿจ๐ŸŽˆ๐Ÿ’ž
๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฎ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ”ฅ

๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿด. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿง 

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Next Day
AT WUSANG LAW FIRM

"YAH! I have never danced like that. How dare you! You stop saying I did!" Mrs. Choi yelled through her phone when she's calling them from Jipuragi.

"What do you mean? That wasn't us." Choyeong said while laughing even the three of them try not to laugh at her.

"Oh, shut up! Anybody could see it was you guys!" She yelled again.

Meanwhile,
AT JIPURAGI LAW FIRM

"Oh my gosh, that was us? Ohh~ I'm sorry that I speak a bad word for you, ahjumma~" She mimicked her voice like a baby cry.

"OH SHUT UP! And Vincenzo was the ugly pigeon, am I right?!" She shouted.

They mimicked Inzaghi sound so it would be sounds like they make her mad.

"YOU SEE!!" Mrs. Choi shouted again.

"Huh? See what? What are you saying? I feel very attacked. I'm hanging up on three. One, two..." Choyeong immediately ended the call.

"I know she would be super mad like a dinosaur soon." Chayoung grinned.

"Even with a fire volcano. Bowshh!" Mr. Nam makes a volcano sign with his hands on his head.

They laughed so hard of his silly jokes.

In the Evening,
AT CONVENIENCE STORE

"Here you go, enjoy your day, Choyeongaa." Daehyun smiles while hands a plastic that she already bought a Pepsi drink for her sister and her best friends.

"Gomawo oppa~" she sangs while smiling bright at her oppa sunbae.

Choyeong walked through the table that her sister and her best friends already sit while waiting for her paid.

She gives a Pepsi one by one until she had for herself and sit beside Vincenzo.

They're drinking silently but only sound of their mouth sipping the straw of their drinks until Mr. Nam broke the silence conversation.

"Well, then... That's suck, am I right?" Mr. Nam asked.

They nod their head silently.

"Over two hours of streaming, we expose tons of dirt on Babel, and no one's reporting anything." He said.

"And that's how the truth turns into fake news, you know." Chayoung said.

"You're right, unnie. Instead of our work, the media's propaganda becomes the real story." Choyeong agreed.

"Yes, but our goal isn't to change the media's minds. We need to find Babo or the killers." Vincenzo said.

"I still think that this is going to work. Villains don't mind being hated, but they can't stand ridicule." Choyeong says while looking at Vincenzo.

"I think it's time we start making those threats." He says while sipping his Pepsi.

●◉◎◈◎◉●

Of what Vincenzo said, he do those threats with he scared them with C word as his last name with blood so they would miserably terrorize by their nightmare of remembering of his name. Only Junwoo doesn't scare at all bcs he knew who he was and tried to horrify his minions.

●◉◎◈◎◉●

Next  Day

"So you're saying that you basically told them exactly who you are?" Choyeong asked while she's sitting on her desk while Chayoung sit beside Vincenzo while he's standing there and Mr. Nam stood other side.

"Not quite. They would've made a move if they knew." Vincenzo said.

"At this point, it's only a matter of time." Mr. Nam mumbled.

"Hmm, I'm sure you're right." Vincenzo agreed.

"So what? You were aiming to scare them even more?" Chayoung asked while glaring at him.

"That's why you left the C?" Choyeong asked even glaring at him and that's make him shiver in fear a bit.

"Y-yes, but....if they find out about my past, they'll knew what the C really means." He defeated himself to avoid his best friend's murderous glare.

"Why through? Why C?" Mr. Nam asks again.

"He's a C, dumb head." The Hong sisters cursed him while he gives a scary puppy doe eyes at them but they ignore it.

"He really was the C, Joosung-yaa." Choyeong signed while shaking her head and points to Vincenzo.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"Vin, please, you have to stop doing that. Even a ma—" Choyeong stopped her sentence bcs the words she shouldn't spoke about who he was.

Now Vincenzo glared at her and scolds her silently to keep quiet so everyone on this building shouldn't know about him bcs it's secret.

So Choyeong apologized to him as she pretends to write her notes on the table.

"As she was saying, we don't know when they'll try to kill us." Chayoung said.

"So you two can't stay at Geumga Plaza. Find somewhere else to hide." Vincenzo advices for this stubborn sisters in front of him.

"What do you mean?!"

"Yeah, what do you're saying like that. I can't never leave this building!"

The Hong Sisters aggressively stood up their chair as they're mad towards him.

"Yeah she's right. We'll die as a team, okay? I don't think so." Chayoung said while raise her arms up in surrender.

"But most of all, I think Choyeong should leave this building bcs I have someone could hide her somewhere else to hide from." Vincenzo says his words as the final.

"But why?" Choyeong protests.

Vincenzo rubs his forehead and signs heavily of her stubbornness.

"Things could get dangerous, Choyeongaa. I'm afraid what if they sends killers here and mostly they would kill you first than me." Vincenzo says calmly.

"But why they want to kill me not everybody in this building?" Choyeong asks again.

"Because you're the first target they captured by. So you must really careful." Vincenzo said.

Choyeong doesn't understand of what he said about this thing especially her. There's something wrong with her or Hanseok really want her to be his most target than Vincenzo.

She signed and took a rock behind her from the table. The three of them shocked by her sudden action.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Choyeongaa slow down!! Calm yourself!" The three of them shocked while backing off her sight when she holds a rock like a mad women.

"Watch out. We have this rock so I'll use this." She said calmly with a hushy voice.

"No, no, no, no. Choyeongaa, put it down okay please." Mr. Nam begged.

"Hello?" Suddenly someone's came to their office without knowing which makes Choyeong flinched in shock as she fell down while holding a rock on her hands.

"Who's that?" The two men asked in unison.

"It's the prosecutor." The Hong Sisters .

"What?!" They shocked.

"Prosecutor Jung!" The two sisters whisper shouting at the same time.

"Excuse me. There's somebody here?" Prosecutor Jung asks them.

"Mr. Nam, you get the whiteboard." Vincenzo orders him as he obeyed his order while charging the different whiteboard so the prosecutor wouldn't notice what they're discussing about behind him.

Minutes later

Prosecutor Jung standing in front of the whiteboard with a serious face while Mr. Nam services their coffee for them four.

"The son of a bitch calls himself a judge." Mr. Jung yelled which makes Mr. Nam flinched in shock of the sudden.

Mr. Nam looks at them again wanted to get some excuse for him to leave the office so they let him.

As Mr. Nam leave the office, Mr. Jung faces them now again.

"He'll give warrants out like candy when he's playing politics, but a time like this, he won't give us one." Mr. Jung hissed in anger.

"So Director Gil's death was ruled a suicide." Vincenzo said.

"It doesn't make sense. Apparently, he kills two cops and then stabbed himself? That's ridiculous even for a movie!" He protested.

"We tend to agree with you, sir. What can.... " Choyeong says while gazing at Vincenzo and then her sister as they nodded their head for her permission.

"we do for you, sir?" She asked.

Mr. Jung sit down in front of them and said

"I want the files on the four victim's deaths. They said they were suicides. I'll tell you everything I know. All I want is your cooperation."

Vincenzo looked at the sisters and he said

"We appreciate your offer, but we're going to have to pass, Mr. Jung."

"I promise you can trust me." Mr. Jung promised.

"Not like those guys in the office." He said sarcastically.

"Their scumbags—oh we know. But we've got to do this one our own way." Chayoung said.

"Why don't you trust me? I can help you." He said with hope.

"We know we can trust you, prosecutor. It's your organization we have problems with." Choyeong says calmly.


"I completely understand. You've made your point. But there are many people that work there including prosecutors like me. Please don't lump us in with the bad apples." He said.

"We have an apple right here." Vincenzo says while took some apple from the basket on the table.

"This side, uh, you can see it's rotten." Vincenzo shows him a rotten side of apple.

"But if I turn around this side." Vincenzo shows him a fresh side.

"It's half rotten, half edible. So then, is it rotten or not." Vincenzo asked.

"What?" Mr. Jung asks confusion.

"At the grocery shop, they don't sell half good apples. There are good and bad. I think that you're honest, but even if there were a dozen like you, your organization is a rotten apple." Vincenzo explained.

"That's quite the accusation." Mr. Jung nodded.

"The Prosecutor's Office is even worse than a rotten apple. At least with an apple, you can cut out the bites you don't wanna eat." Chayoung said as Choyeong and Vincenzo agreed at her point.

"But it's a little bit harder in this case." Choyeong shrugged.

"You're telling us the most of your colleagues don't play politics, that they're honest and hardworking. I have no doubt, but...rotten apples don't become fresh, and defending them won't change that, Mr. Jung." Vincenzo said with a serious voice.

"It's actually worse because the bad corrupts the good...." Choyeong stopped her sentence as her sister continued.

"And everything starts to rot."

"Reminds me of the quote, Les Misérables. "The guilty one commits not the sin, but causes the darkness." Vincenzo said calmly with a bit smile.

●◉◎◈◎◉●

Meanwhile,
AT JANG'S MANSION

Junwoo looking forward at all the proof that Vincenzo's team messed with them by scaring and insulted. He even finds the shadow of the women inside of the picture too. So he recognizes it's Choyeong. Now his girl messing with him huh, so he would payback toward them at this time even should involving his girl.

So he would involved her too so he could easily to get her by his chance no matter what happened without harm her.

『••✎••』
Time skip
『••✎••』

Chayoung starts to hit her shoe while holding a rock and Choyeong holds a baseball's stick to protect them from basically nothing. Even they sit on each other side by side on the couch while thinking that someone will find out about Vincenzo's identity and that they'll come after them.

"Can you guys please go home? How many days has it been?" Vincenzo signed of their crazy stubbornness behavior.

"Sawrry. Our window isn't fixed yet." The Hong replies sarcastically.

"Vin, why you're of the sudden took me away from your apartment?" Choyeong asks while giving him a puppy eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Choyeongaa." He apologized.

"Tch! You're so mean." Choyeong mumbles while rolling her eyes.

"Why do you keep coming to my place? Only Choyeong could stay here. " He asks Chayoung annoyed.

"Because I'm worried."

"Why?"

"How can I be away from you two when you said you'd kill somebody!" Chayoung hissed.

"You agreed to my decision!" He yelled.

Choyeong just signed in heavily even she must to listen of their bickering again.

Suddenly her phone starts to ring.

"Yes Junwoo." She answers.

"..... "

"I'm at Vincenzo's house."

"...... "

"No! Ofc not! I'm also stayed with Chayoung okay! Not to be worry about as if you are my boyfriend." She replies sarcastically while rolls her eyes.

"......... "

"Like what?"

"Right now?"

"Alright I'll be there in second." She hungs up the phone.

Choyeong gets up from the couch and put down the baseball's stick on the floor.

"He has a information about Wusang." Choyeong said.

"Will you be okay? Should I let your sister to go with you?" Vincenzo asks worried while giving her bag and black coat.

"It's okay, Choyeongaa. You should be there alone but be careful alright so let me stay out with this stubborn mafia incase if he decides to run off in the middle of the night." Chayoung says while giving him a deadly glare.

"Okay. Good bye guys!" Then she rushes out of the door.

●◉◎◈◎◉●

Vincenzo finally went off in the middle of the night when Chayoung goes to convenience store to buy some food again.

As he arrived at the underpass he sees none of the assassins yet but he caught out only black car in front of him.

He confused but at the same time he handed the gun to shot no matter there's an assassins or not. Before he shoots, he felt someone tabbed his shoulder so he turns beside him.

"Needs a help, bro?" A men smiles with a grin on his face.

"Who are you?" Vincenzo asks confusion.

"Introducing the agent of International Security Intelligence agency, my name is Choi Dae-Hyun. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cassano." Daehyun introduced.

To Be Continue~

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Another plot twist came out!

Daehyun was the secret agent everyone!! Aahhh!! Are you guys happy?!! 😆😍✨

Another plot twist of this story coming up soon!!

Find out and stay tuned
And don't forget with popcorn hehehe 🤭🍿

Xoxo,
Rachel

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