Tame Me My Brother -in-Law

REINVESTIGATE S POV “Mr. Kim, I want you to arrange a car to take me to the airport, right now!” I ordered the manager of the hotel as I stood at the entrance of the restaurant, unaware that Brylee was already standing next to me. “Arrange a car to the airport?” She inquired while frowning in apparent bewilderment. “You’re leaving without informing me…?” “Yeah…” I nodded as I walked past her and stepped inside the restaurant. “That’s why I’m here to inform you and Jake…” ‘But why?” she asked as she followed behind me. “Why?” I made a halt and turned to look at her with my brows furrowed. “Didn’t you insist that you didn’t want to continue this vacation any longer? Well, your wish is my command, my dear. We’re going home…” “But…” “Wait a minute!” At that moment, Jake suddenly appeared and it seemed as though he also heard about me leaving the island as soon as possible. “We haven’t given this location a proper check just yet! How can you leave so soon?” He’s right. The analysis of the outcome of our work trip has not even gotten off the ground yet. But I have no doubt that he can do it on his own. “I’m going to put all of my trust in you, bro. Just give me some updates. Good luck!” I gave him a tap on the shoulder, and he was rendered speechless as I turned to leave the restaurant. “Seb…” Brylee, following closely behind me, called out. “Would it be possible to put off our departure until the day after tomorrow? I 1/5 mean… I can’t possibly make the most of my time here in just one day. I still want to enjoy my stay here!”

“Why?” I asked, my eyes now full of curiosity. Jake might’ve told her that Celine had already left the island. Why did she suddenly change her mind? All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Because… Uh… Can’t I change my mind?” she exclaimed as we stepped inside the elevator. “Well, I have already booked a flight heading back to New York…” I responded. “Now, if you want to stay here for a while longer, you have my permission to do so. Just make sure that you’re not going to stop me from leaving…” The elevator stopped at the floor where my room was, and I stepped out while Brylee continued to follow and rant behind me. I turned to face her and she looked down, stopping in her tracks. “Are you coming home with me?” I inquired, and she responded with a nod. “Then you should pack your things right away. We’ll be on our way out in the next five minutes.” “Five minutes?” her eyes widened as she stared at me and when I said ‘move’! She hurriedly dashed towards her room, and slammed the door behind her with a resounding bang. I couldn’t help but cra ck a grin as I entered the room just beside hers. I can’t stand it when Brylee acts as though she’s all sweet and all. After having that serious conversation with Celine on the island, I have no idea why every action and every word that Brylee does caused me to feel repulsed by her. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I reached into the pocket of my pants and pulled out my phone, dialing Jason’s number. I locked the door, walked over to the glass window and waited for my secretary to pick up his phone. 215 “Hello there, Mr. Anderson?” he answered on the fourth ring. “I need you to find out everything there is to know about the young male model in the video…” I told him.

“Young male model?” he repeated. “You mean to say… the video of Brylee’s sister having…”: “Yeah, that’s it, Jason!” I groaned, cutting him off. “Find out who really is the girl in that video and reinvestigate Celine!” “Reinvestigate…?” “Jason!” I gritted my teeth in annoyance. “Why do you have to repeat all of my orders?” “I just don’t understand, Sir. Is there an error in the information about Celine that I recently provided to you? I mean, it was all accurate! Why do I have to do it again?” “I don’t want you to question everything that I order!” I yelled. “Just do as I say!” “Y-yes, Sir…” he stammered, and I heaved a sigh before disco ting the call. I stuffed the phone into my pocket before beginning to pack th of my belongings. CELINE’S POV I arrived in New York at twenty-one minutes past eight in the evening, and I immediately called a taxi to take me to the Angelwood Hospital. There was no time for me to relax and rest. I have to see Jenny as soon as possible. My hands were shaking as I settled in the passenger seat, praying 3/5 that Jenny would be alright. When the car pulled up in front of the hospital, I fished out some money from my wallet and gave it to the driver without asking for the change. I hurriedly stepped out of the car and dashed towards the information desk. “Miss, may I know what my friend Jenny Hudson’s room number—” “Celine…?” a man called me from behind and when I turned around, I saw a young man, though still older than me, looking at me as if he had known me for a very long time. “I’m Blake…” “Blake…?” At this point, I know I am face to face with the real Blake, not the fake one. “Where’s Jenny? How is she?” As we made our way down the corridor, Blake’s anxious expression remained unchanged and he

gazed blankly ahead of us. “She recently underwent surgery, but she hasn’t woken up yet…” My heart ski pped a beat as I followed him and we stopped in front of the operating room. “Can you tell me what really happened?” While Blake stayed standing and looked through the glass door, checking to see whether he could see Jenny from the outside I sat down in the area designated for people who were waiting. “Because today marks our third month together as a couple, we decided to celebrate by going out on a date this morning…” Blake started as he sat beside me. “We were waiting for a taxi to arrive, when a drunk driver lost control of his car and ran into Jenny by accident…” After Blake had recounted the situation to me, he then took out his phone, scrolled through it, and then showed me a picture of the person who had hit Jenny. “He exited his car and took a check on Jenny. I thought that he would help me with taking Jenny to the hospital; but, all he did was throw money in my face and then go. He’s so heartless, Celine… I can’t believe that there are people like him who exist in this world.” I was at a loss for words as I stared at the photo of the man who had just hit my friend. He’s no other than my father, Julio Lauren. I was so focused on keeping a firm hold on Blake’s phone that I tightened my fists. He’s going to pay for this! I hit the send button to my number and gave the phone back to Blake after I received the picture. “I’m sorry Blake, but I have to leave for now…” I stated. “Please give me a call as soon as possible once Jenny wakes up…” After taking a few moments to compose myself, I stood up from my seat, but before I could proceed, Blake started talking. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to talk to the person responsible for hurting Jenny…” I responded as I looked down at him. “Y-you know who the driver is?” he asked in curiosity. “Yes, Blake…” I sighed deeply. “He’s my father…”