She Killed My Ex

Chapter 81 He’s a Heartless Predator

Chapter 81 He's a Heartless Predator Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He had pushed aside a wisp of hair on her forehead. Even if Caroline was sometimes confused, she knew what Cayne was going to do next!

"Mr. Filocci, will you ever show respect to other people?"

"People?" Cayne moved his thin lips and asked, "Didn't you say that you're just a bitch who can do anything to earn money?"

He continued, "Though I'm not a Jusallian, I knew there was a proverb in your country. You cannot live the life of a whore and expect a monument to your chastity. Am I right?"

Caroline felt a sharp pang in her heart. The next moment, she mocked herself inwardly. It was true that she was too mentally fragile. She was already a bitch, so it was really ridiculous for her to care about these things.

But she still clenched her hands which were confined behind her back. Her fingernails cut into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

"You can do what you want wherever you like, but not here." She stubbornly looked into his eyes without even blinking her bloodshot eyes and continued, "No means no!"

"What if I insist?"

Caroline lowered her eyelids and remained silent. Cayne felt as if the woman before him was glowing with charm. Why was there such a woman in this world?

She was extremely humble, while extremely proud at the same time.

What made her like this?

He felt a bit bored and thought her vulgar a moment ago, but the next moment, he found a shining aspect of her again, which made him not able to look away.

Cayne gently landed his lips on her scar. He could clearly feel that Caroline shivered all over and even the skin on her forehead became tense when he kissed her scar. He wondered how this scar was caused.

And who left her the wound? It would be so great if he could leave such an unforgettable wound that could not be touched by other people on her body.

Caroline clenched her fists even tighter and her fingernails deeply stabbed into her palms. Blood oozed out of her palms and dripped onto the ground.

In the end, Cayne finally let go of Caroline.

Then there came a loud sound.

This clear and loud slap sounded especially clear in the empty staircase on this late night.

Cayne tilted his head aside because of the slap. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek in disbelief. "Hiss..."

"What a hard slap." He commented.

Caroline's hands were trembling, but she still looked firm. She was overwhelmed with the joy of revenge. She said, "Mr. Filocci, you love to spread salt onto other people's wounds, but now you should know that this behavior will make others hurt."

She turned around in anger and hobbled upstairs after finishing the words, not caring what reaction Cayne would have.

Cayne was still standing on the stair with his palm touching his hurting cheek. He didn't chase after Caroline, but just fixed his eyes which were glimmering with an inexplicable light on her back until she disappeared from his sight.

He walked downstairs, left the community, and then got into his sports car which was parked by the roadside. He felt his cheek burning hurt.

He touched his cheek again and hissed. "It really hurts," murmured he.

Cayne then picked up his phone and directly called Deloris, not caring what time it was now.

"Do you know what time it is now?" Deloris questioned him with displeasure at the other end of the line.

Cayne turned a deaf ear to the question and said to him, "I was slapped."

"Who? How many men did he bring with him? Can you handle it?" Deloris asked while putting on his clothes.

Cayne replied, "Only one."

"Only one?" Holding his phone, Deloris asked with a frown. He wondered who was so capable to defeat Cayne and he thought of everyone possible to make this in Lehcaster. After a while of hesitation, he asked tentatively, "Bentley?"

It wasn't that he was looking down on other people in Lehcaster. However, when you decided to beat a person, you should weigh on not only your strength but also the power difference between you two.

Cayne had an extraordinary identity, while Cayne was always good at fighting.

Even if one could win over Cayne in strength and fighting skills, he would have to consider if his background was strong enough.

"No. I was slapped on the face."

Deloris was lost for words. Being slapped on the face? It did not sound like a fight between men. "Who did that?" Deloris asked with a hint of weirdness flashing across his heart.

"My prey. I mentioned her to you before. Deloris, I'm getting more interested in my prey. It would be so great if I can also leave an untouchable unforgettable scar on her body..."

Deloris shouted before Cayne could finish the words, "Cayne, do you know what you're doing?"

Deloris looked unprecedently serious at this moment. He continued, "You're making trouble for yourself!"

"All right. I need to drive. Let's stop here."

"Hey, stop it! Do you hear me? Stop..." Deloris was interrupted by a busy tone.

He slammed his phone into the quilt.

A prey?

Was she only prey?

Would a prey drive Cayne so crazy?

At least, he had never seen Cayne being so crazy because of a "prey"!

"Fuck!" Deloris cursed. He took a glance at his phone, picked it up from the bed, and texted a message to Cayne.

[Deloris] Stop it! I don't want you to repeat my tragedy.

Cayne was waiting for the traffic light at this time and he happened to notice the notification. He clicked the message and curled up his lips into a sarcastic smile after reading it. "Stop? My prey is getting more and more interesting, so how can I stop?"

As for the last sentence "I don't want you to repeat my tragedy", Cayne didn't take it to his heart.

He and Deloris were different. He was a heartless predator, while Deloris wasn't.

He pressed a button to open the roof of his sports car. He felt as if the wind was punching his face at such a high speed. At such a late night and on the empty road, Cayne shouted, "It's just a game!"

Cayne Filocci just wanted a hunting game, and he was a heartless predator!

The wind was howling and blowing past his hair. It messed his hair up, but Cayne didn't give a shit about it.

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Caroline saw Cayne at the door of her dormitory again.

"Didn't I tell you not to come again? We shall not meet again." Recently, she had been very frustrated because of money. She thought she must have something wrong with her brain, otherwise, why did she refuse such a generous rich guy and drive away the only source from which she could earn money when she was in urgent short of money?

"I'm hungry," said Cayne briefly in a charming voice. He handed a cheque of five hundred thousand to Caroline and asked in a bewitching voice, "Do you really have to refuse me to such an extent? Gentility without ability is worse than plain beggary."

"You are badly in need of this five million, right? Five million dollars is very important to you, right? It's even more important than your life, right? Are you sure you don't want to think it over?" Caroline hesitated when she heard Cayne's words.

It was a deal.

It could never be deemed fair for either party.

What Cayne wanted was the joy and excitement of the hunting process.

And what Caroline wanted was money,

"Actually, you're quite aware that whether you agree to it or not, I can still make you yield to me. And I can still go to Royal Club to find you even if you don't allow me to wait for you here."

What a despicable man! Caroline was burning with anger.