She Killed My Ex

Chapter 80 This Hunting Game Becomes Boring

Chapter 80 This Hunting Game Becomes Boring

Caroline couldn't see any emotional change on Cayne's gorgeous face.

He only glanced at Caroline, thinking that probably this hunting game should come to an end.

It was fine for Caroline to love money because he could make use of this weak point of hers and approached her again and again and hunt this prey step by step.

In this hunting game, money was the bait and she was the prey.

The fun of hunting lay in the prey's struggle and the process of hunting.

However, when this woman asked him for money, Cayne thought he should put an end to this hunting game because it was too vulgar.

"It's late. I should go." Cayne patted his suit pants and bid farewell to Caroline calmly.

Caroline pressed her lips tightly and said, "I'll walk you out."

"No need." He declined flatly. Anyone, including Caroline, would feel embarrassed under such a circumstance.

The change in his attitude was obvious.

"I insist."

Caroline closed the door. This time, she prepared to send this man downstairs. He had visited her several times, but every time she would only send him to the door of her dormitory. But today, she made an exception and decided to send him downstairs.

"Ms. Jameson." Cayne suddenly chuckled. With a hint of impatience on his face, he said, "I have five million dollars, but I don't want to give it to you. Because when you asked me that question, your scallion noodles are not worthy of one hundred thousand anymore."

Five million was nothing to Cayne. Take the simplest case, one of his sports cars, which had a relatively good performance, cost much more than this.

He suddenly felt stomach-churned as if the noodles with scallion oil he ate just now had gone bad.

Caroline became silent. The next moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Filocci, I've never told you that the noodles I make are worthy of one hundred million dollars. You thought they were worthy and were willing to pay for them, while I was extremely in short of money, so I took the money."

She continued, "You may ask why I still took the money even if I knew that it was not an equivalent exchange. But maybe you've forgotten the fact that I'm a bitch who can do anything to earn money. I'm short of money. I need five million dollars. Do you know what five million dollars mean to me? It's so important that I will lose the most important thing in my life if I can't earn it within the agreed time limit."

"That's none of my business." Said Cayne expressionless. He was declaring the end to this hunting game.

He raised his hand to take a glance at his wristwatch and said, "Ms. Jameson, I've wasted so much time here and bothered you for a long time. But in the future, I think we'll not meet again."

"I think so. That's why I insist on sending you downstairs." Caroline pondered for a while and added, "Mr. Filocci, thank you. By the way, you were wrong about on point."

She continued in a flat voice, "We're strangers. So, there's no future between us."

The "future" should be given to the ones who were important to you.

After finishing the words, Caroline pulled her coat tighter as a sweep of chilly air passed by. She turned around and then slowly walked toward the stairs.

Cayne suddenly pulled her arm and said, "What did you mean? Why did you say you think so? That's the reason why you sent me downstairs?"

Cayne felt something must have been wrong as he thought over it. What did she mean by saying those words? She acted as if she was not the one who asked him for five million dollars.

Was she trying to save her dignity, or...

"Sir, please let go of me. We have the same decision. So, what's the necessity of probing into it?"

Was what she meant important?

Anyway, she didn't want to see him again, and he thought it was unnecessary to pester her.

In this way, they reached a consensus. Then what was wrong with it?

As for what she meant, was it important?

"No way." Cayne felt it weird and said, "You must make it clear. Otherwise, I won't allow you to go upstairs tonight."

Caroline felt annoyed. This man was too overbearing!

"Don't want to explain it? Fine. I have a lot of time to waste with you here. The worst situation is that it is stalemated until tomorrow when you have to go to work. If you still refuse to explain it at that time, then I think you don't need to go to work."

A gush of disgust surged in Caroline's heart. She remained silent for a while, agreeing that this man would really carry out his words if she refused to explain.

"Didn't I tell you just now? For me, five million dollars is more important than my life." She added slowly, "But even if it's so important, and Mr. Filocci, even if you're willing to give me the five million which is more important than my life, I don't want you to touch my scar again."

She continued, "Not only you but also others are not allowed to touch it! Hence, I think I won't meet you again. Mr. Filocci, I sent you downstairs because I wanted to bid farewell to you. Thank you for your money, and thank you for finishing the scallion noodles I made."

If Cayne hadn't come, probably no one would eat the scallion noodles she made. She had simply regarded Cayne as the substitute for that person. After all, she especially learned how to cook scallion noodles for that person.

"Thank you for finishing the noodles every time. And thank you for making me believe that it once existed."

She pulled his big hand down her arm and stooped to walk upstairs with the support of the handrail of the stairs.

Cayne, who was left on the spot, had mixed expressions.

So, this was what she meant by asking for five million dollars?

It turned out he had mistaken her.

If it was any other who gave this explanation, Cayne would not believe in it and would think it a chicanery. But it was Caroline who actually said this. Cayne had an inexplicably complicated feeling.

He suddenly lifted his long legs and rushed upstairs to chase after Caroline. He stooped on the stair below the stair on which Caroline was standing and hooked around her neck from behind.

Even if Cayne was standing on the stair below Caroline's, he was still taller than Caroline. His arm was muscular and long and it was hooking around Caroline's neck tightly. Caroline suddenly felt the weight on her shoulder as Cayne suddenly lowered his head and whispered into her ear.

He said in a dangerous tone, "One is bound to have a slip of the tongue if he talks too much. You shouldn't have answered my question just now. I'm more interested in you now."

Caroline replied coldly, "It has nothing to do with me." Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ms. Jameson, you're indeed a very indifferent person."

Caroline didn't reply, nor did she refute it.

Of course, Caroline knew she was a cold-hearted person. Who would remain enthusiastic and philanthropic after staying in that dark place for three years?

In that place, officiousness would only end up harming yourself. For instance, Delores died at a young age because she meddled in her affairs. She was still so young and hadn't been given the opportunity to enjoy her colorful life.

"Mr. Filocci, let's not meet again."

Caroline reached out, trying to push him away. But the next moment, she was forcibly turned around by a big force. Cayne grasped her hands and confined them behind her back.

"What do you want to do?"

Cayne didn't answer her question. Instead, he reached out a hand and used his slender fingers to push away a wisp of hair on her forehead.

Caroline's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly widened her eyes and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

However, she couldn't break from Cayne's confinement no matter how hard she was struggling. Cayne said in a joking, charming voice, "Don't move. You can't escape."