The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 112 Suspicious Traces

Two weeks later.

Khan's eyes ached after another night passed without a good night's sleep. Paused by dreams about Shanum. The dream is getting worse and worse. In his latest dream, he was in Och, wandering endlessly through the narrow, winding maze-like streets, looking for his wife, who was, only to catch a glimpse of Shanum at the last second before he disappeared in another corner.

Khan hated himself for being weak. He still hasn't managed to find Shanum, his screaming soul wants his partner. His body was holding back the longing.

As he lethargic from the bed, towards the bathroom, he paid no attention to his surroundings. Khan did not realize that anyone was knocking slowly on the door of his room.

After the sound of the knock was getting louder, he only realized. Khan stopped moving, then turned his head towards the door.

His forehead shriveled sharply, feeling astonished that someone dared to disturb him in the blind morning like this.

Khan went to the door and opened it. His face looked coldly staring towards Dario who was standing with a doubtful expression mixed in fear.

"I'm sorry, sir. But, I think this news is very important, and you should know about it immediately" Dario said in a gasping voice. It was as if the man directly ran towards Khan's room after hearing the important news.

"Say!"

"The first group we put together to find something. They suspect somewhere that contains elements of protection magic."

"Where?" khan urged.

"Far north from the original location of the clan before, sir."

Khan stunned. Then his jaw hardened.

"Not far from the Batzorig Clan's location" Khan whispered.

"You sure, Dario?" Khan tried to make sure. He does not want to hear wrong which will eventually lead to misunderstandings.

"Yes, Sir. Roman reported to me like that."

"It looks like I have to contact the Batzorig Clan," he said then pursed his lips. He should know the involvement of the clan with the clan of black magic owner who brought his wife. Although all this time his clan had never come into contact with the Batzoriq Clan, but he still had to be vigilant.

"They had just raised a new clan leader, and were now preparing for the clan leader's matchmaking party with the daughter of one of the nobles there." Dario gave the information to Khan.

Khan looked at Dario sharply. "Why don't I know this information?"

"Emm, sorry, sir. The invitation to the appointment was taken over by your Mother. At that time you were focusing on treating Shanum who was exposed to dangerous toxins."

"You mean the one who attended the invitation was Eej?"

Dario nodded his head.

Khan momentarily fixated, then turned his body. He headed for the cabinet table beside the bed, grabbing his phone. Khan was seen trying to contact someone.

"Where is Taban, Dario?" khan asked as he lowered his arm that was holding a mobile phone.

"Have these past few months he was rarely seen in the mansion, sir. Even last night he didn't sleep here."

"I can't reach him. My phone's not picking up." Khan tapped his finger on the lips.

"Prepare my departure to the office, Dario. I'll find Taban there."

Dario nodded, then withdrew while closing the door.

Khan rushed towards the bathroom, preparing himself before going to the office. Since Shanum was taken by the masked man, Khan never came to visit his office. He was busy here and there, looking for traces of his wife's whereabouts.

Arriving at the office, while stepping quickly through the lobby, the ruling man of the Altan Clan revealed his usual stiff and cold face. It might even be that this time the handsome face was getting colder, expressionless. Flat, and getting stiffer.

Khan entered a special elevator to the top floor of his skyscraper. Dario faithfully followed behind Khan, as did some of his bodyguards.

As the elevator opened, Khan found a woman sitting in the waiting room for guests.

Khan frowned deeply, when he recognized the woman was Sintai. The last day he met the woman was before he came to Shanum at the hotel. Before the bloody incident at the pool.

The woman turned her head, and a smile slowly flashed across her lips when she found Khan standing in front of the elevator door.

"Khan's..."

Sinta stood up from her seat while smiling widely. The woman's face brightly shone staring at Khan.

"Where are you going, Khan? Why is it so hard to see you? You disappeared into the earth, after our last meeting," said the woman with a change of expression.

Khan moved, he continued his steps towards his room, not poking at Sarnae's words.

Sintai looked shocked at Khan's reaction. But he was not discouraged, the woman immediately confronted Khan, he tried to pull his arm. Khan automatically jerked his arm which was pulled by Sintai violently. The man's eyes flashed, looking offended.

Sinta grimaced while wiping her violently stomped arm.

"Please, Khan. I just need a little bit of your time. I have something to tell you. It has to do with that group of black magicians."

Khan was silent, he did not reply. The man was weighing both the good and the bad to believe the woman's words.

"I'm sorry, Khan. That I might have offended you. I'm well aware that my return may be interfering with your life. But, I don't mean anything. Right now I just want to offer friendship between us, and I want to help you. That's it, Khan." Sintai said with a soft tone of voice and full of pleading.

Khan turned his head, he looked at her for a long time while trying to release the arm of Sarni that was in his hand. Then the man said, "We're talking inside."

Sarni nodded her head and followed Khan who stepped back into her study.

Khan moved towards the back of the desk and stood facing Sintai. He looked at the woman who was already sitting on the long sofa beside him. Khan tried to examine his feelings towards Sintai. Since their meeting back, his blood had not been buzzing just because it was near the woman. He might wonder, why did he not suspect this from the start.

He felt Shanum's remark that this woman was not Sintai was true. It was as if her little heart would instantly recognize that the woman was someone else disguised as her ex-lover.

"Whatdoyouwant? Say it! I don't have much time."

"I just want to find out the continuation of our plan to find the black magician's plot. And of course want to make sure the news I heard about your wedding. Is that true?"

"Who told you about the wedding?" desis Khan's.

Sinta smiles sweetly. Seeing the emotion on Khan's face made the woman predict that the marriage was due to an element of coercion.

"Hmm, I know from Ulagan. My brother told me that you were married to a girl named Shanum. That girl is your lover and you guys have a pretty complicated relationship. You should get married because you have to treat that girl with. hmm, something intimate."

Khan stared long at Sintai, without saying a word. At first glance the woman saw sadness radiating in the man's eyeballs. Although it happened for only a few seconds, but Sintai saw it. And he became increasingly convinced that Khan did not want the marriage.

"I'm so sorry for you Khan. Em, if you'd like, I'd be willing to help you break free from this marriage trap" says Sintai.

"Who said I want to be free from this marriage?!" Khan's voice sounded like a whip. And the man saw shock on Sintai's face. The man closed the distance between them, but did not touch him.

"I really wanted this marriage. And you or anyone else won't be able to separate me from Shashaku. I'll destroy anyone who tries to do that." Khan's face was close to Sarna, looking as cold as the Pole.

The eyes of Sintai were wide. "You mean, you... I thought..." The woman's voice sounded nervous squeaking, as she gulped with great difficulty.

"Yes, I love Shashaku. Be mad at him. So whatever's in your cunning little head is best removed from now on. Because I'm not interested in going back to you or to another woman."

Then Khan pulled his body away. She crossed her arms and looked at Sintai with a flat expression. "And for our cooperation to capture the black witch I decided I would not continue. I can take care of it myself, without your help."

Sarni's expression changed drastically. Now all that was seen was a clear expression, the woman's eyes were glazed over. Even a drop of tears began to adorn his smooth cheeks.

"I still love you, Khan. Is there not a single more taste in your heart for me?"

Khan walked into the back of his desk and sat down. He stared at the tearful show that the woman was showing with a fed up face.

"Even I am willing to be a concubine, if you will accept me. For me, always being by your side is enough, Khan. I'm really sorry I ever left you." The woman took a deep breath. He approached Khan and sat down before Khan.

Khan gritted his jaw, he did not expect the fake woman to dare to beg like ****** in front of him.

"Khan, all this time I couldn't go straight to you because I was so badly injured. There are those who are trying to hurt me and trying to kill me. They broke my face and tortured me. I managed to survive and hide aided by someone. This guy who finally managed to heal me, even though it took me hundreds of years."

Then Sarni got up from her position, slowly she took off her clothes while sobbing.

Khan immediately got up, he tried to stop Sintai's movements with an angry expression. But the check was released, Sainting managed to dodge.

"You really want to test-"

And his snaps suddenly cut off just like that.

Khan stood staring with wide eyes. His left hand was inserted into his pants pocket, while his right hand, which was left hanging on his side, seemed to be clenching tightly, as if he was holding himself back from being out of control.

Khan saw streaks in the back of the woman. Even on one side of his hip there is a deep hollow in a creepy irregular.

For a few seconds, no one spoke. The stain had already re-covered his back and turned the body. They looked at each other, until finally Khan cleared his throat once, feeling a speck of regret popping into his mind. Khan softened a little, but remained vigilant.

"Who did it to you?" khan urged.

Coloring smile. "Zuunaa Sarangerel Sukhbataar."

Khan glares. "That fucking woman!"

"Yes, your fiancee back then, Khan," replied Sinta in a furious tone.

Rahang Khan tightens in. "You're not fooling me, are you?!"

"Of course not" the woman replied firmly.

"So you said you had a cut on the face. Why is your face now smooth?"

Colored smiled flatly, his eyes glistening sharply. "I did deliberately ask my healer not to remove the scar in an invisible place, just as a reminder to me to avenge every pain incised by that demonic woman."

Sarni ran her hand over to Khan's shoulder and rubbed it. Khan stared at the woman's hand and pulled her. He turned it over, and was immediately stunned. Khan found the exact same birthmark as Shanum's in the fake Sintai palm.

Khan immediately released the palm, unable to hold it any longer. The man looked towards Sintai with a tense expression.

"What's up, Khan? Why are you acting so strange, as if what you just held were coals instead of palms?"

Khan nodded clumsily. Trying to cover up his awkwardness. "No. Em, that was when I suddenly realized, that now I can't just hold another woman's hand."

Sinta frowned in wonder.

"I'm married, you remember."

Hearing the words about the wedding, the woman's face became cloudy. He doesn't seem to like the words that come out of Khan's lips.

"You can do that. I'm your future concubine, Khan. Until whenever I am yours. If you're disgusted by my wounds, I'm willing to go to the healer and make it smooth again."

Khan sighed deeply and looked at the woman in front of him. Then the man approached the cupboard, poured himself a drink. The man did not offer Sintai a drink.

After a few sips of water entered his throat, Khan turned around. He looked calm, but Sintai could feel his tension. The man placed his glass in one corner of his workbench, and squinted his eyes at Sintai.

"May I ask?"

Sintai nodded while smiling faintly.

"After our last meeting in the cave back then, when you rejected me. What the hell are you doing? Where the hell are you going?"

The woman raised her next to her eyebrows. "I don't understand. Our last meeting was on the riverbank, not far from my house. Not in the cave. At that time you were going to meet me in front of the house, but I took you to a quieter place, so that it was far within sight of people who like to be nosy."

He knew where we met for the last time. Only the two of us were there, no one else. If he was indeed not the real Sintai, how could he know?