“Are you worthy of it?”
“You’re just a heartless guy. You don’t understand what love is and you’ll never be a good father.”
Cheyenne didn’t hold back as she scolded him before turning and leaving.
Sam’s smile froze on his face as he watched her go.
He stared at her until her figure slowly disappeared down the hallway.
Who was she to criticize him for not understanding love? How could he be expected to “love” someone when he had never received any “love” himself?
He didn’t even love himself.
Sam’s attempt to flirt with Cheyenne had failed miserably, but instead of being angry, he felt strangely calm now. He even had a ridiculous thought that maybe he wanted her to live longer.
After thinking about it for a while, Sam concluded that the reason for this absurd idea was because he rarely met anyone as interesting as Cheyenne. If someone more interesting than her appeared, perhaps he would kill Cheyenne without hesitation.
Unfortunately, no woman so far had been quite up his alley like she was.
Sam turned and left too. As he passed by the projection room, Sophie saw his figure through the smoke and glass window from inside where Cheyenne locked her up earlier.
She urgently called out his name. “Master Sam! Please let me out! That bitch Cheyenne locked me in here and I can’t get out!”
Sam already knew what happened; in fact, he stood there watching everything unfold.
Stopping in his tracks, Sam walked over towards Sophie.
Sophie thought that Sam came to rescue her from being trapped inside; relief washed over her face like a drowning person grabbing onto their last straw of hope.
On that ugly face which could scare children into tears were two eyes still trying hard to send signals of affection towards him.
“The key has been lost by that deadbeat Cheyenne,” said Gracie. “Master Sam, please find something to break open the lock so you can save me.”
The hand which rested on top of the lock suddenly retracted back into itself again; with a faint smile on his face, he looked at Sophie mockingly. “Why do you think I’m going to save you?”
“I…” Sophie choked up momentarily.
Her relationship with Sam was average at best; when she became Gracie’s apprentice, they occasionally exchanged words but after climbing onto his father’s bed, then being sent away Jostrana for many years upon returning home again, Sam treated Sophie indifferently.
In front of Gregory, Sam could maintain a calm exterior, but both of them knew they had to be on guard against each other. Sam worried that Sophie would give birth to his half-brother, while Sophie did everything in her power to prove Sam’s incompetence as the rightful heir.
They had been engaged in a power struggle for years now. He probably wanted her dead by now; why would he actually save her? But Sophie couldn’t take that risk. If Sam left, she didn’t know when she would meet another passing person.
She could only put aside the past and extend an olive branch first towards him.
“Master Sam, we’ve known each other since we were young. My relationship with your father… was actually forced upon me.”
When she was sixteen years old, Gracie went out on a mission and Gregory suffered backlash from using Praying Magic excessively.
Gracie told her that someone who suffered backlash might explode and die if it was severe enough so it needed to be released somehow.
Sophie accidentally saw Gracie’s affair with Gregory one day. Even though he was forty years old at the time with great physique and looks, she still wanted to serve him like Gracie did.
So Sophie took the initiative and brought in a basin of ice water. However, as she approached the bed, the disoriented Gregory mistook her for his master and pulled her onto the bed.
Oh, by the way, that day she was wearing a red dress that Gracie always liked. She had stolen it from Gracie’s wardrobe, using her similar figure and a touch of charm to succeed in her deception.
At sixteen years old, Sophie immersed herself into pain and transformation given by Gregory; everything else just fell into place after that point. She was young and beautiful while Gracie lost out due to age difference between them so naturally this happened between them instead.
Gregory trained her well as his lover for two happy years until he sent her undercover in Jostrana where she seduced other men for him like any good spy should do.
That moment made Sophie realize that she too was just another pawn for him.
To avoid being discarded by Gregory completely, she needed him to see how valuable she really is! She can do better than what even Gracie did!
Sophie had considered being with someone closer to her age, like Sam. However, Sam had always despised the touch of women since he was young. Every time she tried to get close, he would push her away, and after a few attempts, she gave up.
She firmly believed that Sam would remain single for his entire life, but the Lucas family couldn’t afford to have no heir. So she shifted her focus to the inheritance rights and started secretly opposing Sam.
Now facing life or death choices, Sophie can only weave lies, hoping they will win back his forgiveness.
Sam didn’t care whether she was willing or forced, he just looked down on this woman who betrayed her mentor and was with his despicable father.
“It’s none of my business. What happened between you and my father is your own problem.”
After speaking, he took two long legs to leave.
At this moment, a sighing voice came from behind. “If you don’t want to save her, you shouldn’t give her hope. This behavior makes you childish and boring.”
Sam looked at the person behind him and raised his head with a shallow smile.
“I’ve never been a good person, and isn’t it wonderful to see others’ hopes dashed?”
Omari’s face sank when he heard it. He couldn’t change Sam’s twisted values nor did he want to.
Sam didn’t think he was wrong; in his eyes, Omari represented the hypocritical pseudo-gentlemen.
“So are you going to save her? Do you know that Cheyenne is the one who locked her up waiting for death?”
He wanted to see what Omari would choose between morality and love as an esteemed lawyer for justice.
Sophie shouldn’t have had any hope for Omari since he was another foolish man who loved Cheyenne. But she had no choice but to plead with him in a soft voice.
“Mr. Lara, please save me! I promise I’ll repay your kindness.”
What could she offer except for her body that had been tainted by others?
Omari didn’t even look at Sophie once; her promise meant nothing to him.
“I’m here only for the reagent collection; everything else has nothing do with me. Master Sam can handle it himself.”
The ball was back in Sam’s court again.
The man stood there with his hands behind his back coldly evaluating Omari as hypocritical! His so-called justice wasn’t worth much after all.
Sam chose to leave without even looking at Sophie’s resentful yet unwilling eyes because she wouldn’t last long anyway.