Money Loving CEO's Detective Lover

Chapter 98: 11:59 (15)

"Ahjusshi will oppose!" Gayoon claimed.

"He's out of town so no worries," Shujin replied. She put the last of Gayoon's bags on the steps, overriding all her protests.

"I'm gonna come back after a few days!" Gayoon said crossly. 

"If you come back as a single woman then I'll not open the door!" Shujin shot back. "I better get another grandchild and this time, you better keep it!"

"Granny! How can you throw out your own granddaughter?"

"Like this!"

Shujin threw more bags out while Gayoon scrambled to pick up her belongings. She had planned to pack an overnight bag but her grandmother had wrapped up all her belongings and really was throwing her out. 

"My books! My laptop! My stuffed toys!" she moaned.

"And here are the most important things!" Shujin exclaimed with joy as she handed a special bag to Gayoon. "It has all the sexy stuff," she added in a low tone.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU OLD WOMAN?"

They were bickering to and forth until Jang cleared his voice. "Madam," he said with a bow. "It's time for us to leave."

"Can't I even say bye to my family?" Gayoon snapped. Even though she was irritated at her grandmother, she still wanted to spend some time with her before leaving.

"Okay. Goodbye," Shujin said and turned around to head back in.

"Hey!" Gayoon protested. "You can at least cook me dinner before I leave!"

"You go and worry about how to seduce the rich guy!"

Gayoon cursed her luck. Why did she end up with a grandmother like this? Why could she not have one of those conservative grandmothers who kept their precious grandchildren away from dating?

Grumbling at the old woman, Gayoon slowly picked up her bags and began to load them into the car with Jang's help. The driver pitied the girl but was also glad that she was moving in with the young master and Jina. They seemed to share a great bond and he wondered why the young master was so interested in this girl.

"Let's go, madam," he said with a bow.

"Ahjusshi, you don't have to be so formal around me," Gayoon said politely. "I'm much younger than you. You can call me by my name."

"I would very much prefer to address you as madam," he insisted. "It's the least I could do for the person who is protecting our home!"

Gayoon was a little embarrassed. She was not used to older people being formal with her but she could not argue with Jang. He was showing her respect in his own way and rejecting it would be an insult to his devotion towards the Hwangs.

She got into the car. Jang revved up the engine and sped off.

"So...how long have you been working with the Hwangs?" Gayoon asked.

"Almost thirty years, madam," he replied. "I've been in their employment since Master Minho was six years old."

"So you must have known his parents too," Gayoon stated.

There was an awkward silence. Gayoon realized that the topic of Minho's parents must be a difficult one to talk about.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "He told me a few things and I just wanted to know more."

"That's alright, madam," Jang assured her. "I did know the elder master and mistress. They were very good people."

"But...but didn't Mr. Hwang's father"

She did not want to ask anymore but the old driver knew that one day she was bound to find out anyway. 

"He did," Jang confirmed. "He murdered his wife and ran away."

"He must have been a terrible person," Gayoon muttered. Killing his own wife like that...why would he do it? She wondered.

"On the contrary, he loved her dearly," Jang sighed. "But no one knows why he killed her that night. Master Minho saw it with his own eyes and all of us were shocked. The master would never kill his wife and yet he did."

Gayoon frowned. Minho's father killed his wife without any reason? That did not make sense. In her experience as a detective, murderers who killed their own family members had motives. Even serial killers who killed their loved ones had a strong reason to do so. It could be because of the abuse they had suffered at the hands of their victims or to exert their physical dominance. 

Moreover, Minho's father must have been a powerful man. He could have hired someone to kill his wife and washed his hands off her murder. Why would a man like that risk his reputation and wealth to kill his wife in cold blood?

Something was not right.

"What was his na-"

"We're here, madam," Jang declared. Gayoon looked around and realized that they had reached the mansion.

"Madam, I am not allowed to discuss this topic any further," he said apologetically. "I'm sorry."

Gayoon sighed. The matter about his past must be very traumatizing for Minho and he forbade anyone from talking about it. No wonder the driver was reluctant to talk.

"I understand," she said. "Thank you."

She got out of the car and immediately, a few of the household staff came forward to unload her luggage.

"Is she going to stay here forever?" one of the maids whispered. "Why did she bring so much stuff?"

"She's probably aiming to become the mistress of this house," another maid snickered. Gayoon heard them and sighed. Her grandmother's antics had already ruined her image in front of the staff who were eyeing her with envy. 

She turned around and faced them. "I want to meet the security team," she said coolly. "Where are they?"

"They're off to pick up Ms. Mina's luggage," one maid said in a rude tone. Gayoon raised her eyebrow. The maid brushed her by and took the luggage inside the mansion. As Gayoon entered the house, she could feel the jealous and angry gazes of the staff. They were not pleased that their master was making his girlfriend move in. For years, they had enjoyed a lot of independence over the house and they had no intention of listening to this woman. 

Gayoon did not bother to tell them off for their rudeness. She had bigger things on her plate and petty politics was never her cup of tea. 

Instead she stood at the front door and glanced around the mansion. I wonder what new problems would arise now, she sighed inwardly. She was about to ask one of the maids where her room was when she froze.

It was that feeling again! The cold wave brushed past her, lightly touching her arm. Her mind was on high alert and she was sure that there was a spirit haunting that house. 

No...there were two spirits. She recognized one of them. It was the same spirit which lingered near Minho when Gayoon demanded him to make a testimony. And she knew who that spirit belonged to.

"Yumi," she whispered.