Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family-Chapter 116 - 115. Audio Performance

Sarah looked at the bodyguard with shaken eyes. A flash of betrayal came for a second.

Hajin sighed and stroked her cheeks softly, but he didn’t change the firmness in his voice. "You know we can’t, Princess," he said. "Not now."

Sarah bit her lips hard as she tried to prevent more tears from coming out. Yeah, she knew. Of course, she knew.

She was neither naive nor hopeful. Nothing would change much even if they burst inside and took those people away. In fact, those people would face an even worse fate afterward. And what would stop this accursed group from doing it to someone new? Nothing.

As long as the group itself wasn’t erased--hell, as long as the culture of exploiting celebrities for sexual favors existed, it would never truly end.

Even calling the police wouldn’t work since they knew this place had already bribed the surrounding police stations. Sol was also sure the group had connections in the judicial office and the government, so it was hard to drag them down from just this case.

Sarah knew that, so everything was just a burst of emotion. Perhaps she saw herself in those trapped youngsters, or maybe the anger was toward herself.

Perhaps saying she couldn’t do anything at that point was just an excuse. Perhaps she was just worried that her revenge would be jeopardized if she did anything at that moment--

"No," Hajin grasped her face and gently stroked her bitten lips. "No, Princess. You’re not that kind of person."

Did she say that out loud? Sarah sighed heavily. "How do you know?"

"Because we know better that a half-baked act of heroism sometimes brings more harm," Hajin said. He thought that was why he from the previous timeline left the house first instead of taking Sarah away immediately. "You don’t have to berate yourself just because you feel guilty."

"I..."

"No one I know is as soft-hearted as you, Princess..." Hajin smiled helplessly. "Don’t worry--I know a selfish person if I saw one, since I am also that kind of selfish person."

And his princess wasn’t. He hoped she was, so she didn’t have to think too much about unrelated people. It didn’t make sense for people who walked the path of revenge to think about others, anyway.

Sarah took a deep, deep breath and exhaled slowly while leaning her head onto Hajin’s warm shoulder. The stroking on her head helped soothe her further, pulling her into the calm, calculative state again.

Right. If she wanted to help them, she should destroy the company first. Making sure they didn’t have enough money and power to bribe the authorities for a way out. Of course, this company--this group--was only one of the many, but at least...

At least Sarah wanted to do something about what was happening right in front of her eyes. Despite her revenge. In spite of her revenge.

Hajin smiled once color started to return to Sarah’s face. The desperate gaze had turned into determination, and it was always a good look on her.

Unfortunately, someone had to disturb the peaceful moment.

Hajin clicked his tongue right before someone knocked on the door, startling Sarah into a hiccup. "What?" she whispered. "Who is that? Do you think Uncle would be..."

"No, probably the lackey," Hajin said while taking off his suit jacket. "Stay here, Princess."

Hajin pushed Sarah flat on the couch--the only one still standing, and kissed her roughly until their lips were wet and glistening. Sarah blinked in surprise and confusion, but Hajin just put his suit jacket over Sarah, like a blanket, and whispered. "Curl yourself."

Sarah followed his order out of curiosity, peeking out slightly to see Hajin stand up while unbuttoning his shirt almost all the way. He walked to the door and, after ruffling his hair until it was messy, opened it harshly.

"What?!" Hajin asked sharply, with a deep frown that showed the irritation of someone who got blue-balled.

An expression he excelled at, since he experienced it often while serving his fickle princess.

Different from their guesses, the one who came was one of the staff members, along with a security personnel. Well, technically, they worked under Daesung, so...still lackey.

The staff, startled, stepped back for a bit, but still tried their best to look inside the room. Couldn’t see much because the field of vision was narrow with the tall man obstructing the view, but there was an unmistakable trace of destruction. A suspicious pile on the couch suggested the presence of another person--if the messy appearance of the man wasn’t enough indicator.

Seemed like the occupants had a rather rough playtime.

"What is it?!" Hajin asked again, a slight growl behind his cold voice.

The staff flinched at the tone, but they remembered coming with security personnel, so they put on a business smile. "Pardon me, Sir. We have a report of someone hearing crashing noises from inside, so--"

"So what?" Hajin scowled. "I thought this place was supposed to be private? Isn’t it fine as long as we pay for any damage?"

"Well...yes, but--"

"We’re very sorry, Sir," the security personnel interjected, grabbing the staff’s shoulder. "We just wanted to make sure everything’s fine. Very sorry for the disturbance, it won’t happen again."

"Good."

Hajin replied curtly and proceeded to close the door, but the staff member and the security personnel promptly stopped her.

"Wait, Sir!" the staff member said in a hurry, pulling up a trolley of refreshments. "We’re also here to give you this."

The cold grey eyes narrowed. "We don’t order this."

"It’s a service, Sir," the security personnel said. "From room 303."

"Hmm..."

The bodyguard arched his brow, didn’t seem to be quite convinced. But the leather couch creaked and they could hear a soft, sultry voice.

"Puppy?" a woman with equally messy hair peeking up beneath a suit jacket. "Why are you taking so long?"

"A moment, Master," the bodyguard replied, with a soft tone that made the staff member think he was someone else altogether.

"Hurry up~"

They could hear the man’s quiet groan before he snatched the cart’s handle from the staff member. "Give it here."

That was all he said before closing the door harshly, hurriedly. Sarah wriggled out of the suit jacket and asked curiously, dropping her sultry tone.

"What’s that?"

Hajin, however, raised his hand as a signal, and Sarah pressed her lips. Carefully, he eyed the trolley while taking out his phone and used it to scan the content. Sarah knew what he was looking for, and she knew it caught something when the phone vibrated.

"It’s fruit..." Hajin opened the cloche on the top rack, and then rummaged through the basket on the second level, arching his brow meaningfully. "And snacks, it seems."

He straightened his back and tapped his ear, which meant it was a bug--a listening device sewn between the basket’s material, covered by the snacks. Sarah wondered why it wasn’t attached to the trolley itself--like on the underside or something--but they probably thought the trolley wouldn’t get anywhere near the couch.

"No drink? Cheapskate," Sarah snickered. "Leave it there and come here."

Hajin laughed and left the trolley a few steps away from the couch, climbing over the armrest and immediately kissing his princess wetly, loudly, giving an audio performance for whoever was listening on the other side. He wondered if it was just a perverted desire, or if they wanted to know what they were talking about. The staff member and the security personnel were clearly checking the room, not with curiosity or perversion, but with caution.

Knowing that it was sent from room 303, it could be either reason--or even both.

It was a fortunate thing that the room had a leather couch that creaked easily with every movement, which Sarah used as cover while she whispered against Hajin’s lips. "How sensitive is it?"

"It won’t pick out below a certain decibel," Hajin replied right over Sarah’s ear, lips touching her earlobe, and made her moan. Not a fake one.

Sarah slapped the man’s arm while whispering again. "This much?"

"Yeah," Hajin replied with a mischievous smile that Sarah could feel as they kissed again. "Should we just leave?"

Sarah contemplated while Hajin kept on moving on the couch to make noises, kissing her neck and leaving marks for whoever would watch them leaving the building later. They could always leave right away by whining about the place being uncomfortable, but that would be weird since they had been acting like they couldn’t wait to pounce on each other.

Besides...it felt like a waste.

"No," Sarah smiled deeply as she pulled Hajin down and whispered in his ear as payback. "Let’s give them something."

Hajin shuddered and let out a genuine grunt. He didn’t want to be lustful when Sarah had just experienced a moment of breakdown ten minutes ago, but...God, his minx of a princess truly made it hard for his self-control.

"I wonder..." Sarah tapped on Hajin’s shoulder, started to talk loudly to start their act.

"Hmm?" Hajin replied shortly without stopping his ministration on her neck.

It was necessary for the act anyway, right?

"Why izz...Uncle--nggh--there?" Sarah asked, slurring her words to appear even drunker.

"Business?"

"Biz’ness?" Sarah laughed when Hajin licked a spot under her ear. "What business...do y’think?"

"Why?" Hajin pulled up, narrowing his eyes in wonder as he tried to guess what his princess wanted the conversation to point at. At the same time, he tried to make his voice sound like he was annoyed by the interrupting thought. "Do you want to join too, Master?"

Sarah smiled deeply, and kissed her smart puppy as a reward. "Dunno..." she muttered drowsily. "But if uncle is doing it...doncha think it’ll be...good?"

"You can’t drift now, Master," Hajin pressed his lips to stifle a laugh when Sarah made an exaggerated fake-sleeping face. "We still have lots of toys to use."

"Mmh..." Sarah laughed silently, before glancing at the trolley and cocked her chin at it. "Can’t we...play at hum...?"

"Oh, you’re so cruel--"

Hajin pulled Sarah up with a smirk, eliciting a loud yelp from the girl as Hajin carried her off the couch. "Kyaah!" she half-screamed and half-laughed as the bodyguard kicked a few things over and made even more noise.

"We should at least finish this one, don’t you think?"

Sarah laughed again, before it was drowned out in Hajin’s kisses. They continued to make loud noises until they pretended to crash into the trolley. While making a surprise gasp, Sarah jumped out of Hajin’s hold and landed on the basket as hard as she could, stomping any device inside it--with several poor snacks as collateral damage.

A needed sacrifice.

Is it clear? She mouthed at the bodyguard, who promptly fished out his phone again--armed with Little Bird’s detection app. He scanned the whole trolley while at it and nodded after a minute.

"Yeah."

"Phew..." Sarah let out a long, relieved sigh, before tilting her head at Hajin’s weird gaze. "What?"

"...are we really going to continue back home?" the man asked hopefully.

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