Novel & Cerita Kim Chung Ha Gotta Go

“Baby pea, why are you treating me like this?” Shaw caught her wrist mid-motion, his grip firm but controlled. “We’re done, Kim. Leave my house.” Kim’s expression faltered for a moment before she recovered, her voice softening. “I want things to go back to the way they were when we first met. Don’t you?” “You know your way out,” Shaw said coldly, stepping back and heading toward the stairs. Kim’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “너와 나만 혼자,” she said in Korean, her tone laced with both longing and menace.

“We need to go unnoticed from the Remus Pack so that they can't track us.” “How are we going to do that? You know that they can smell us a mile away so going unnoticed is going to be difficult.” Nora said as she knelt beside me as Emery continued to drink from the IV bag. Even if we somehow did that they'd bring us back here anyway but we need to figure it out soon because being a victim and a damsel is not in my paygrade. After awhile I'll be embarrassed.

When he entered, his sharp eyes landed on Tim and his group. “Ah, Timmy Boy! I thought you were going to ditch me,” Mr. Kim said, his tone laced with sarcasm. “I was just about to send my boys to give you a special gift,” he added with a chilling laugh. “Mr. Kim, would I ever do that to you? You know me better than that!” Tim responded confidently, though the tension was palpable. “Here’s 100 million. There was a hiccup with our transaction yesterday—someone double-crossed me. But don’t worry, Mr. Kim, I’m already working on the remaining balance,” Tim explained as he handed over the suitcases.

CHAPTER 189: KIM'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND DAMIEN: The hall was loud with music, laughter, and champagne glasses clinking. Everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives. But me? My mind wasn’t in it. Kim had stepped out twenty minutes ago, saying she was going to the restroom, but she hadn’t come back. At first, I thought maybe she ran into someone she knew or got caught up in small talk. But twenty minutes? Nah. That didn’t sit right with me. I tried to shake it off, but my gut wouldn’t calm down.

He felt something drip down his neck, but with his head yanked back in an awkward position, he couldn’t tell if it was blood or sweat. “Let them go.” Kim’s voice was dangerously low and rough. “You got the money. Don’t try to make unnecessary trouble.” “And what if I do?” P’First smirked. “What if I want to make unnecessary trouble, Nong Kimhan? What are you going to do about it?”

All I know is I will not tell her to prepare my food, she might poison me. I quickly bath, freshened up, and left the house. I couldn't wait to share the good news with my friends. They gave me till this weekend, if not I've lost but I achieved it quite earlier than the speculated time. I sent them a message on our group chat. 'At our usual spot, 7 p.m bills on whoever comes last and don't forget to come with the bet money.' The first person to reply was Adam, he wasn't happy about it, I knew he wouldn't be but who cares.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

"Wa, it's a victory today too! Yuhwan, you truly suffered hardships! And Haneul Jang, you genius-like inner room mistress fellow! To suffocate the opponent completely until the fifth inning!" The one who went wild more than anyone was Kangmu Kim. The recent him had turned noticeably bright to a degree wishing to think 'can a person change up to this point'. On his blunt mouth line, praise did not know a day to dry, and exclamation mixed with encouragement echoed the shower room wall surface continuously. Woohyun Choi who was beside also violently nodded his head with his mouth hanging on his ears. "Tell me about it. Aren't we truly committing a large-scale accident once at the final match? H

“We can talk about the rest later.” “The rest?” I echoed. “There’s more,” he said lightly. “And you’re not ready for it.” My heart skipped. “What does that mean?” He shook his head. “Later.” I wanted to push. But I didn’t. Not now. "So what happens now?" I asked him. “We can either go down stares to face all those people in the reception hall … or we can sneak out and go back to my penthouse.” Hayes answered. Without hesitation I answered. “Penthouse.”

Chapter Eight – Our Father Leo’s POV (Twin) We slipped into the hall like shadows. It was full of people—bright lights, cameras flashing, voices everywhere. Everyone was busy getting ready for the fashion show. I saw Mum across the room, talking to someone, but she didn’t see us. With our masks and caps, we were just two more kids in the crowd. My heart was beating fast. I kept looking around, searching for him… the man from the photo.