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Jongin’s phone buzzed on the seat as he received an image through message

An image that made him mad and on the verge of going berserk. His heart shattered as he stared at the image before his dark hazel eyes.

An image of Yena, limp and bound to a chair with tapes around her limbs. Dried long ribbons of crimson blood trailed down her forehead, elbows and her calves. Her blood had stained the grey cement ground a deep crimson. How could someone lose so much blood and still be alive?

Jongin’s face froze in fear at the thought. I felt as if a cold icicle had speared through his heart as he stared at the image one last time before tossing his phone on the seat.

She got to be alive. She got to be.

His phone once more to reveal another message from Sunhwa.

“Her survival depends on you” Jongin read out the message. “Yena’s still alive”

The tightening in his chest loosened a little. He stepped against the accelerator and his Lamborghini reached 220km/h, weaving through the other cars on the road.

Yena spat out a glob of blood out of as Sunhwa’s goons punched her on her abdomen. Perspiration glistened her skin and strains of hair fell before her forehead.

“Don’t think you can get away with this.” Yena hissed, blood trickled down from the side of as she spoke.

Sunhwa smiled and clucked her tongue. She took a sip of red wine from her wine glass.

“Look at you now.” Sunhwa bent down to stare into Yena’s bloodshot eyes. “How are you prettier than me?”

Her goons yanked the ropes of Yena’s limbs and shove her onto the ground, in front of Sunhwa’s feet.

“Give it up Sunhwa, Jongin wil