Chapter 4 Livestream

Quinn arrived at the location and spotted a young boy named Ryan standing on the road. He hesitated, but stopped and called the unknown number. When he did, Ryan's phone rang, and he was surprised that a young boy couldn't have called him.

He confronted Ryan and grasped his hand, feeling the need to discover the truth. Ryan was confused by the unexpected encounter.

"Why are you holding my hand, sir? Do you know me before?" Ryan asked, his voice filled with fear.

"Who are you, and why is the phone with you?" He demanded.

Ryan attempted to defend himself and spoke.

"Excuse me, what sort of..." Ryan began his sentence, but it was interrupted.

"Will you keep quiet and answer my question?" Quinn spoke with rage in his voice.

Ryan yanked away his hand and turned to face him.

"This is my phone, but I lost it before, and I just found it," Ryan replied.

"I don't trust you; I'll take you to the police station so you can confess," Quinn said, grasping his hand.

Without thinking, he forced Ryan into his car and drove directly to the police station. Soon after, they arrived at the police station, approached a police officer, and Quinn explained everything to them.

"What? How could you, a young guy, do that? One of the police officers remarked.

"I told you guys, I misplaced it and now found it." What else do you want me to say, and why do you think I did that?" Ryan asked, his voice trembling.

"Take this phone and call someone who is related to you to come meet you here." Ryan picked up the phone and called his sister when another officer said something.

After he was done speaking with his sister on the phone, he returned the phone to the police officers, who then waited for his sister to arrive. Shortly after, his sister rushed in, revealing herself to be Rosy.

"Sis!" Ryan cried out when he saw Rosy.

"What? "You are his sister," Quinn exclaimed.

"Yes, what did my brother do?" Rosy asked, facing him.

"Where do you know me from?, Why is your brother blackmailing me?" Quinn spoke in a rough, unpleasant tone.

"Why would you think a small guy could blackmail you? I'm sorry to say it, but you're a fool to think that way," Rosy remarked, making Quinn even angrier.

They rant at each other, the police intervened, and following their discussion, a police officer who had been listening to the argument the entire time spoke up.

"Young man, this little boy can't do what you say? I believe the person stole the boy's phone so that it could not be tracked by you," the police officer said.

"Are you actually doing your job? How could you judge someone by their face?" Quinn said it with anger; he then stormed out of the police station.

He got outside, got into his car, and drove speedily home. On his way, his thoughts kept traveling to the strange individual, and the image of Rosy's brother holding the phone bothered him. He kept thinking about the entire situation until he got to the mansion. He stopped the car and got out, stepped inside his mansion, and met the sight of his cousin, Scarlet. He was enraged.

"Scarlet, what are you doing here, and who gave you permission to enter my mansion?" he asked, his voice trembling with anger.

His eyes burned with rage as he confronted Scarlet.

"Quinn, what do you mean by..." she began, but her sentence was cut off.

"Didn't I make it obvious that I never want to see you in my mansion? "Now get out of my mansion," he commanded, his voice filled with fury.

With a final glance at Quinn, Scarlet took her bag and left the mansion. As soon as she left, Quinn walked out and approached the gateman, yelling at him for allowing Scarlet in.

The gateman apologized, but Quinn was still upset as he retreated inside. Seeking solace in his familiar routine, he took a shower before returning to the living room to eat, and then, after he was done eating, he went to his room.

As it was evening, he lay down on the bed, reflecting on the issue. The thought of the mysterious person he wanted to find out persisted in his mind, he couldn't get rid of it. He was immersed deeply in his thoughts when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it and saw a message from Girlie, the unexpected interruption momentarily distracting him from the worries that had held him.

He responded to her message and inquired about her day, he stared at his phone, waiting for her response, and she responded within a few minutes.

"Today was my worst day," he read, intrigued by her statement.

"Same here, what's wrong?" He hit the send button, hoping his concern would encourage her to open up.

"I don't want to talk about it because talking about it just makes it hurt more," she replied.

Quinn did not push in since she didn't want to talk about it. They continued to chat in the Kakao Talk app for a few minutes before Quinn fell asleep with the phone still in his grasp.

Quinn prepared for another day at the office the following day, as usual. After taking a quick shower, he wore his clothes and left the room, heading downstairs. When he entered the living room, he glanced at the dining table and noticed the dishes served on it. He called out to one of the maids, who approached him timidly, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"I'm not eating today, you can dispose of the dishes in the waste bin," he remarked, turning and leaving the mansion.

Shortly after he arrived at the company and headed directly to the room where the live stream he intend to do today will take place. Liana approached him. She greeted him, but he did not respond, instead ignoring her and took a seat.

"How are the preparations for today's live stream going? Where is the chef that will be cooking the recipe for us?" he questioned, pressing his phone.

"Sir, the preparation is done. The chef should be here soon." Liana responded, and his brow furrowed.

"Soon? What exactly do you mean by that? Don't you inform him what time he's scheduled to be here?" he questioned, frowning.

"I did, but..." Liana begins.

"But what?" He interrupted, his gaze dangerously fixed on her.

"I'm sorry, I will call him right now, sir." Liana said, and took out her phone to call him.

When she contacted him, his phone number was unreachable. She tried again, but it was the same.

"And did he answer the call?" Quinn asked, standing up.

"N... no, sir," she stammered.

Quinn became angry as she stammered. They waited for a few minutes, expecting the guy to turn up, but he didn't.

"What should we do now, sir?" Liana questioned.

"Since the winner is unable to make it, cancel the livestream," he remarked, as his employees standing behind him exchanged glances.

To be continued...