[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 289: Freshly Steamed Buns

"What's the task?" Oh Sehun curiously asked, running a hand through his messy hair.

When one of the women reached over to tease him, he stood up in his naked glory and made his way to the bar counter of his presidential suite of a hotel owned by none other than Yang Corporation. He must admit, their hotels always had the best hospitality, security, and services.

Speaking of the Yang's, he recalled Park Jimin's new lover was Rosè Yang, who was rumored to be the most likely candidate for inheriting the majority of Yang Marco's fortune and position. She was also the closest friend of the woman whose face ran through his mind like a broken record, day and night. Just the thought of her was enough to break his heart, forcing him to swagger his way to the Russian Vodka selection.

"Scope out high-security houses."

Oh Sehun nearly dropped the skull bottle of vodka in his hand. Did his boss just send him, one of the best assassins known to the Underworld, on a mission to look for houses? "Uh, Boss, I'm sure your secretary, what was his name, Kim... Well, whatever it is, I'm sure he would be better at seeking out houses."

"He's handling another task."

Oh Sehun opened his mouth to object, but Park Jimin had already hung up the phone. He let out an irritated groan. "The boys are gonna get a laugh out of this." He muttered to himself. "An SS-class assassin taking the job of a real estate agent." He scoffed, chugging the burning hard-liquor straight from the bottle instead of using a shot glass.

He relished the burning sensation that traveled down from his throat to his chest. It numbed the stabbing pain in his chest and sent him on a euphoric high, suitable for having a couple more rounds with the exotic beauties in his bed.

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Park Jimin connected the charging cord to his phone and then set it down on his nightstand. He turned back to Rosè Yang who was still sound asleep. His frigid and glacial expression melted upon seeing she had inched closer to him in her sleep. He gently rubbed her cheeks and bent down to press a loving kiss to the marshmallow-like surface.

"Goodnight, my love." He whispered, climbing under the blankets. His lips twitched when she abruptly changed her position. With her back facing him, she was curled into a small ball.

He shook his head in amusement and reached over to pull her back. He proceeded to cage her within his arms, spooning her gently. She let out a small noise of protest, but in the end, relished and melted in his arms, scooting back a bit.

"...Jimin..." She mumbled in her sleep, startling him.

"Yes, my love?" He sat up a bit to see if she was awake, but her eyes were still gently shut. With her brows slightly furrowed, she was deep asleep.

"Jiminie..."

Park Jimin's curious expression shifted. He was taken aback by the familiar nickname she used to utter in her past. What was she dreaming about? He watched her lips move as if she was having a conversation with someone, but nothing came out.

His heart drummed in anticipation. Was she beginning to remember her past? Speaking of which, he had yet to discover the reason for her amnesia. He thought he might've concluded, but after attempting to dig deeper, he stumbled across dead-ends in the form of murdered scientists and doctors. Not a single trace was left behind, forcing him to have a very particular person in mind.

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Dreamland.

Everywhere Rose Yang glanced, she could only see heavy, white fog. She could feel herself walking and walking, but did not know where her legs were taking her. Eventually, she stumbled upon a fuzzy portal of some sort. When she took a better look, she realized it was a blurry garden... For odd reasons, it gave a feeling of deja vu, as if she had stumbled across it before. She jumped when something clothed in light pink dashed before her.