39 Long Time No See

Jimmy walked into his room, barely able to conceal how infuriated he was. He quickly pulled off his coat, and threw it onto a couch nearby. He then sighed heavily, coarsely ruffling a hand through his hair.

Park followed him inside, and then quickly shut the door.

"What happened, Jimmy?" he asked worriedly, unable to understand why the young master was suddenly so angry.

Jim began to pace around the room.

"Why has father not contacted me yet?" he mumbled, more to himself than to his butler, "He should have created a ruckus by now."

His expression became even crosser as he uttered the words.

Mr. Park was confused.

"But you've only been here for ten minutes," he said, at which Jim shot him an impatient look.

"He had us followed from the airport," he told him, frowning, and then started walking faster.

Park wasn't surprised. "How did you know?" he asked though.

"I saw Amara's car."

Mr. Park's own face turned dark.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he said, eying Jimmy rather coldly.

Jim sighed again. F*** it all.

He needed to smoke! But Park obviously wouldn't allow it in his presence. So he continued to explain, as the old butler frowned

"I didn't recognize it right then. The car seemed familiar, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. Also, I was already agitated that I would have to see father. But then, right now, when I was talking to Miya, it just struck me somehow. It's that b*tch's car."

"Jim." Park's voice was stern.

Jimmy almost rolled his eyes.

It was just one word. B*tch. And it was well deserved.

Did the old man always have to act so high and mighty?

Nevertheless, Jim continued.

"If Amara had followed us here, it's no big deal that the old man now has some information on Miya. Even if it's just a picture of her. He should have struck by now."

Park didn't react.

Something twitched in his heart ever so slightly, as he heard Jim talk about his father. It was almost as if Jim had been referring to a sworn enemy, that he needed to plot and plan against carefully. This father and son's relationship was so dysfunctional, sometimes the old man wondered if they would ever sit in a room and talk like normal people.

Without having ideas on how to stab each other's back, of course.

"Find out what father is doing right now," Jim ordered hurriedly, whereas Park nodded, still in thought. Once the old man went out of the room, Jimmy pulled out his own phone and called Bolin.

A familiar voice droned on the other side.

"If it isn't my Jimmy boy."

"I've reached home," was all Jim said.

Bolin's tone automatically turned serious.

Now, onto his second problem: the missus.

Miya.

Just as he was about to call Park, he came into the room himself.

And he was frowning.

"I'm afraid something has happened," Park said hesitantly, "I'm not sure what to make of it though. The Chairman was flying kites all day yesterday, but he had calmed down at night. Now, for the past half an hour, he's been at it again. And his mood is foul." Park's voice had the hint of s warning when he said the last sentence.

Jim fell into thought. Then, he said coldly:

"Half-hour. That's around the time we departed from the airport… He knows about Miya." He took in a deep breath, swearing in a whisper for having taken the situation lightly. Jim realized he actually needed advice.

For Mr. Simon Hunter was not an ordinary man. He was as dangerous, as he was unpredictable. Somehow, Jimmy had refrained from assuming the worst about him. But now that he knew that Senior Hunter had dared to have Amara present on the day of his own return, Jimmy could assume he was up to no good. And nobody knew his father better than his butler.

"Park," Jim began, "Tell me this. Assuming he did find out who Miya is, how infuriated is the Chairman going to be?"

Park's face fell.

"Very." He said silently.

"Will he try to harm her?"

Park's voice was so tight, so low that it could barely be heard.

"Yes." He whispered.

Before Park could further blink even an eye, Jimmy was rolling his sleeves and had walked out of his room. The old man walked behind him briskly.

"Make sure Miya and the child are okay. I'll go have a word with father."

With that, the young man descended down the flight of steps like a flash of light. Within seconds, he had reached the basement and had ignited his bike, a Suzuki Hayabusa, and was roaring towards the east end of the Hunter estate.

The sound of the bike racing down the driveway was a familiar one in the Hunter mansion, an indication that the young master was home.

In exactly two minutes, Jimmy has reached a rather wide area of green land that was surrounded by a few trees. Sure enough, he saw a tall, lean man standing in the middle of it, with a string in his hand. Behind him, stood another frail person who held a reel of cord attached to the string.

Jimmy shut off the engine and got off his bike.

Then pushing both his hands inside his pockets, he walked towards the old man solemnly.

"Long time no see," he whispered in a steel voice, once he had reached close enough.

Simon Hunter didn't turn around.

His gaze was fixed on his kite, but when Jim didn't move either, he spat.

"I wish it had stayed that way, you bastard."