Chapter 7: Ghosted
Meanwhile, in Sin City...
Nestled within skyscrapers and chaos was a secret slice of paradise: Sin Mille Estate. Think gated elite sanctuary meets luxury resort.
It had it all—heated pools, helicopter pads, botanical gardens, and four villas so extravagant even dreams would need a loan.
At the heart of this lush haven? A sparkling pond with gazebos and wooden bridges straight out of a romantic drama.
Saeki Jie, owner of one villa and CEO of SJ Entertainment—the nation's top talent agency—was strolling to the clubhouse. Rare day off. Rare chill time.
"You guys here on a Monday? Did someone die?" Saeki deadpanned.
Tristan Felan tossed him a pool stick. "Shut up and play."
The two were dangerously good-looking. If this wasn't a private clubhouse, paparazzi would be swinging from trees.
"I thought you invited some lingerie models," Saeki said, eyeing the room. Then he spotted Shin Keir sulking in a corner, still in his robe. "Whoa. Is my dear brother sick?"
Shin Keir, the human alarm clock, still in nightwear past noon? That was scarier than market crashes.
"Yup," Tristan replied. "Diagnosis: heartache."