Semua Bab His Book club : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Kael's pov Days of observation had given me a front-row seat to the little but not so little things going on between Mr. Kim and my father. For the past five days, I've been following them without them knowing. During my watch, I've noticed the fleeting glances, the late-night conversation in the car, and Mr. Kim's tendency to linger just a bit too close to my father when they think no one was watching.Since I started suspecting them, everything they've been doing hinted at that deeper connection. And I wonder why I didn't see all of it before now. Maybe because I never suspected them.Another time, I caught my father's hands hovering around Mr Kim's behind. At first, I thought it was an honest mistake but tonight made me think differently. When my father’s car pulled up to the hotel, sleek and black under the brightness of the city lights, Mr. Kim was already waiting by the entrance. I thought it was another business meeting but the next thing made me realise it wasn't. They did

Kael's pov I can't believe he still had the audacity to threaten me. He still had the nerve to tell me not to expose him. He couldn't even beg for mercy. It's not like I would have covered up for him. But I would have been more satisfied to watch him crawl on his knees, begging me to keep his secret. But Karl Palmer will still be Karl Palmer. The arrogant bastard who was still arrogant even after he was caught. I wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry, all at once. Because for years, I thought he was untouchable. But tonight, I had finally seen his weakness.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, that my knuckles had turned white. I was satisfied that I caught him but I wasn't relieved. I should’ve been relieved, but I wasn't. Instead, a dreadful feeling crawled in my chest. My father wasn’t the kind of man who let himself be cornered easily. If I had proof, if I had leverage, then I must be careful about it. Because he wouldn't let me go easily. He is not the type that backs out of a

Arian's pov “I think we have a problem,” I said as realization dawned on me. “What do you mean?” Andy asked, worry etched on his face. “I don't know my way to Karl Palmer's estate.” I said. Andy sighed in relief. He must have thought it was something worse than that. “You can check online. Karl is a public figure, his address should be there.” “But you worked with him?” I asked, though not accusingly. “I met him at his office. His home address are installed in his car, all I did was follow the map for years.” I paced around, typing on my browser. Karl's address… Karl's house… Karl Palmer's estate. Nothing new came up. Only pictures of the huge house and photos of him and his family. No address, no map…just pictures. I stopped pacing, and the thought hit me like a new discovery. Hazel would know. She is a close family friend of Palmer. I hated the idea of calling her, but this is not about her or my dislike for her. This is about saving kael's life. I pressed her line and hit

Arian's pov Kael's mother's words were still gnawing at me as my legs carried me away from the estate. Determination mixed with fear mixed inside me as I fished out my phone in my pocket, my fingers trembling as I scrolled to Andy’s number.I tapped the call button and he picked up on the first ring. “Arian?”“Andy,” I whispered, voice hoarse, “Please, come get me.”“Hope you're good?” he asked.“I'll explain everything when you get here,” I answered. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”Twenty minutes later, he was here. He pulled up in a car that made my chest. The car Kael took to the mechanic the first time we met. I blinked. “What the hell? Where did you find my car?”He leaned across the seat to unlock the door. “Mailbox. The mechanic left the mail there last month. I went there and all bills have been paid. All I did was pick the car up.”Kael had settled everything like he always did. As I slid into the passenger seat, the memories of my good time with Kael swirling around my

Arian's pov “Arian!”I hadn't even begun to walk away when I heard my name being called from afar. I recognized the voice, and it gave me even more reason to keep moving. But she called out again, "Arian!" This time, the sound was closer. My eyes glanced at the time on my phone, will I ever get to the director's office on time? Letting out a sigh, I reluctantly turned to face her. “April.”Her eyebrows were furrowed, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. She didn’t look like the bubbly, lighthearted best friend l I’d seen countless times. She looked serious and angry.“Arian.”I forced a thin smile. “Hey.”“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” she said quickly, her voice sharp. “Have you been ignoring me?”“No,” I answered quickly. Too quickly. “Why would I ignore my best friend?” “If it's not so, where have you been?”I blinked. “Me?”“Yes, you,” she snapped. “You’ve missed classes for days. And yesterday? You didn’t even show up to the book club. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been