The young woman had a pure and alluring face, with a lazy yet adorable disposition. However, at this moment, her eyes were filled with dark and sinister energy.
“What do you want?” Sophie took a step back towards the door, looking at Cheyenne warily.
It was just moments ago that she had been in control of the situation.
Cheyenne smiled softly, her lips like delicate flower petals as she looked around at the cluttered hallway. She had bought so many firecrackers for making ammunition that she hadn’t used them all and left them lying around in the corridor. She covered them with banana leaves to protect them from sunlight and rain.
And then it hit her – an idea!
She walked over to where they were stored and removed some firecrackers from their packaging. Sophie watched her strange behavior with confusion written all over her face as she gripped onto the door handle tightly while calling out Cheyenne’s name repeatedly.
“Let me out! What are you trying to do? Don’t think I’m scared of you playing these mind games! You’re done for!”
Ignoring Sophie’s cries for help, Cheyenne lit up one of the firecrackers using a lighter from her pocket before walking back towards Sophie. Her eyes shone brightly as she prepared herself for some mischievous fun.
Suddenly, Cheyenne lit up the fuse on one of the firecrackers before throwing it through an open window into what appeared to be another room nearby. A loud bang followed by angry shouting could be heard coming from inside that room soon after.
Cheyenne clapped her hands together triumphantly while telling off whoever was shouting inside. “Shut up!”
“You should be grateful I’m pregnant now, or I wouldn’t have just thrown fireworks.”
“You dare treat her like this? Aren’t you afraid of offending my father?”
Sophie was his father’s most beloved mistress, and Gracie was his father’s most trusted person.
Upon hearing the voice, Cheyenne turned around and saw Sam leaning against a Roman column in the corridor, dressed in a sophisticated white suit. With one hand casually tucked into his pants pocket, his posture elongated the lines of his legs. The dazzling sunlight illuminated his fair complexion, and his deep-set eyes were strikingly bright.
Cheyenne snorted disdainfully and took small steps as she walked past him. “Afraid? If I were, I wouldn’t have done it.”
“Don’t worry. Mr. Lucas won’t let me die until he achieves his goal,” she said confidently.
Sam didn’t know whether to praise her intelligence or blind optimism. Had she not considered what would happen after the goal was achieved?
Perhaps he could help her think about it proactively, as Cheyenne’s father was known for being cruel to pawns that were deemed worthless.
At that time, Cheyenne could be sacrificed or become a pawn to threaten Kelvin.
As the woman proudly passed by him, Sam grabbed her arm and smiled at her without losing his charm. “There is another way for you to continue your reign of power. Do you want to know?”
Cheyenne turned her head and stared at his hand on her arm with disgust before shaking it off. “What is it?”
“Marry me!” he exclaimed.
If anyone else had shown such disrespect towards him, Sam would have punished them immediately. But when he touched Cheyenne, there was no sign of rejection from himself.
This surprised him and increased his interest in this woman even more.
“Marry me and become the Lucas family’s lady; I can guarantee your safety,” Sam said confidently.
Cheyenne didn’t reject him outright but instead asked another question. “But what about my unborn child? It will only be two months old when born; do you mind?”
Yes, inside of her belly was the bloodline of the person he hated most – Kelvin!
When Sam looked at Cheyenne’s bulging stomach with cold eyes full of intense killing intent that couldn’t escape from Cheyenne ‘s sight,
“Miss Lawrence has truly made things difficult for me. Indeed… I was born to be noble, and I will never raise someone else’s son,” Cheyenne replied.
“Accepting you was already the greatest concession,” she added. He rubbed his forehead anxiously while looking at Cheyenne who remained guarded against him before continuing. “I believe Miss Lawrence is smart enough not to carry such a burden when she hasn’t even secured herself.”
His tone made it seem like accepting someone like a divorced single mother like herself into his life already an incredible honor in itself!
Cheyenne found this amusingly ridiculous. She deliberately approached closer to him while placing one hand on his shoulder gently while letting one finger linger on his cheekbone…
The action was quite intimate, and she took the initiative to offer her red lips. Looking at these alluring lips so close to him, Sam suddenly wanted to taste them.
What would she taste like?
Why was Kelvin willing to take a bullet for her, even willing to jump into the sea and commit suicide… Women were just a troublesome creature that could be there or not in his eyes.
The only exception was his younger sister who died young.
Although Cheyenne had some resemblance in appearance, her personality was very different. She was proud with a gentle exterior but cold interior – like a thorny red rose.
Unless she voluntarily removed her thorns, Sam’s attempt to pick such flowers would undoubtedly result in bloody hands.
She was beautiful; Sam couldn’t deny it.
She was poisonous; Sam had no doubt about it either.
Looking at the men around her who adored her, none of them ended up well. Omari gave up his inheritance rights and fell into darkness; Kelvin hovered between life and death twice before being disfigured; Iker’s family perished entirely.
But he really wanted to taste what kind of poison this red rose had. Just as Sam prepared himself for a kiss with Cheyenne, she stepped back instantly – leaving him embarrassed on his face.
However, hte woman laughed like a victor while holding onto her stomach like an arrogant little fox.
“It seems that even high-and-mighty Sam is nothing more than this. I truly appreciate you taking an interest in a forsaken woman like me.”
“Unfortunately,” Cheyenne continued with disdainful eyes fixed on him. “I don’t fancy you. Even if I leave Kelvin, anyone else who wants my attention should go line up outside the solar system first! Who do you think you are?”
“My child inside my belly is my treasure,” She added fiercely. “It has never been any burden.”
“Master Sam,” Her voice turned cold. “If you dare lay your hand on it… I swear that both of us will end up dead together! You can try if you want!”
Sam felt threatened by a woman for the first time ever in life but he still smiled faintly while curling his lips upwards.
“How wonderful indeed!” He said lightly. “In that case then… I allow you to keep your child.” Suddenly feeling amused by something else, he added jokingly. “I think it wouldn’t be too bad if Kelvin’s child called me father.”
Cheyenne was enraged upon hearing this statement from him.