Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom
Chapter 397

397 Hwang Min's arrival

Their mansion is heavily guarded, and her cars are bulletproof. When she leaves the house, she is surrounded by numerous guards that even a sniper cannot penetrate. She doesn't go to crowded places, nor does she attend events without a top-notch protection protocol for life.

Her reason for being so careful is to protect herself from none other than her husband. Before going to bed, she'd make sure to send pictures of Brian to her husband as a goodnight message.

It's not because she wants her husband to see that their son is sleeping or doing fine, but to remind him that someone is watching him closely. If she doesn't wake up, Brian will be killed.

Hwang Min had killed and changed Brian's servants a couple of times. He had also changed Brian's rooms, but he was still getting those pictures every night.

To not risk killing his own son, Hwang Min aborted the thought of killing Nancy in her sleep.

Just like right now, Hwang Min, who was lodging in the same hotel as Pink, heard the beeping sound of his phone. When he checked, it was a picture of Brian sleeping on his bed with a caption that read;

'Our son is back home. He is obedient isn't he?"

Hwang Min closed the message and put away his phone. At that moment, the door was pushed open,

and his most trusted guard, Venom, entered the room.

"Master, she has entered." Venom, a hunk of a guy, handsome but fearsome, reported.

Hwang Min's eyes shone and he got up from the couch. "Is everything ready?" he asked, a little excited.

"Yes, the room service is waiting for your command," Venom responded.

"Good, let's go."

Pink came out of the shower to hear the sound of the doorbell. While tying her bathrobe, she picked

up

the gun on her dressing table and made her way silently to the door.

Peeping from the pinhole, she saw it was the room service she called earlier. Still, she didn't relax her guard. Opening the door, she looked to her right and then left before she opened the door widely for him to

enter.

The waiter arranged the drinks he brought, on the table before leaving. However, the moment he walked out, someone else stepped in and locked the door.

Pink was about to start blow-drying her hair when she turned to see the intruder standing by the door.

For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to have frozen as the two stared at each other. When Pink finally realized she was in disguise, she broke the stare and pointed her gun at him. "You're in the wrong room," she said curtly.

"Am I... Alex?"

Pink's pupil dilated but immediately took hold of herself. "What are you talking about?"

The man started walking towards her; "I was told you were dead...where have you been?... You didn't look for me like you promised.

Pink's fingers on her gun stiffened. Her heart raced faster with every step he took towards her.

"Alex, I know-"

"You are mistaken, everyone knows who I am. I'm Pink..."

"You might have worn something over your face, but you forgot to disguise your voice, your smile, the coldness in your eyes, and your behavior when angry... Alex, it's me, your Min'er."

Alex couldn't utter another word as images flashed in her mind. She was staring at him, yet wasn't seeing him coming slower because her mind wasn't with her, until he enveloped her in a tight hug. Pink awoke from stupor after her nose took in his earthy smell.

This cologne, he still uses it?! She thought.

She immediately pushed him away from her and tried to yell but he pulled her again into a hug but this time, no matter how hard she tried to push him off, she couldn't.

"You-"

"I've missed you so much, Alex, I never thought I'd see you again."

The pulsation of her heart quickened. She didn't want this sensation, but her heart and body wouldn't listen to her mind. Her hands raised on their own and returned the hug. While the two were locked in/ a long and passionate embrace, Nancy was fuming after receiving a call in her bedroom...

"Alex!" she gritted her teeth with hostility. While she's alone on her cold bed, her good husband is spending the night with another woman, interesting!

Nancy dialed her husband's number a few times but no response. "You two..." she breathed in and breathed out to pull herself together before calling him again. This time, the call was answered. "Hwang, why aren't you home yet?"

"Since when did you start to care about my absence?" he asked.

"Oh, I still don't care, I'm just trying to nicely inform you that you shouldn't let me find out what

you are hiding... Have fun," she curled her lips into an evil smirk before she put the phone away.

Nancy waited for some minutes before her phone rang again. She answered it and a man's voice rang out, "He is out of the hotel."

"Bring her to the warehouse... don't let her escape." Nancy put her phone away and went back to sleep.

At the hotel, Pink was lying on the bed, thinking about Hwang Min's soft lips and his love confession. Memories overwhelmed her with everything they talked about some minutes ago. Even though he sounded like it wasn't his fault that they broke up, Pink didn't think that way. Although she missed

him a lot, she refused to be a slave to her emotions.

While Pink was lost in thought, she missed the hand that was prying her window open. By the time she sensed something, the fingers had disappeared and everything looked fine.

Pink turned the lights off and pushed Hwang Min's thoughts to the back of her mind and tried to sleep. About thirty minutes into her sleep, her eyes snapped open just in time to hear the low cracking sound coming from the door. Her hand moved under her pillow and she pulled out her black gun. She waited for the people to enter the room and from the faint moonlight peeping into the room through the window, Pink was able to count the number of intruders.

There were ten intruders and her pistol had 17 bullets in it. Pink breathed a sigh of relief before she cracked her gun and let out a series of bullets, killing as many enemies as her aim allowed.

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