Hayden will never forget his childhood, always seeing his mother sitting alone in the room wiping tears secretly.
Every time his father came home, the two would constantly argue, and young Hayden could only hide in the corner and cry silently.
The one who caused his unhappy childhood was Omari’s mother.
That woman made the father not come home, made the mother stay alone in the empty house, and made him have to grow up at a young age.
Finally, when that woman died, the bastard child she left behind was shamelessly accepted into the Lara family.
In order to preserve this precarious marriage, his mother had to endure the hate and accept him.
Even until her death, she still held his hand and said, “Remember, I didn’t divorce your father all for you, to help you keep the position of heir to the Lara family! That woman made me fall to such a state, you must help me seek revenge!”
Yes, seek revenge!
This idea became clearer and clearer in Hayden’s mind as time passed after his mother’s death.
It was all because of his father!
If he hadn’t always favored Omari and his mother, Hayden’s mother wouldn’t have passed away so young.
Even the position of heir he wanted to leave for Omari…
He was the rightful eldest son of the Lara family, why should he always be inferior to Omari in his eyes?
Taking a deep breath, Hayden woke up from his thoughts of hatred.
As he looked at Omari in the cage, neither human nor beast, his heart was only filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
“No more nonsense, you have no right to refuse! This is my territory, and naturally the rules of the game are set by me!”
Hayden finished speaking and clapped his hands.
Sharp applause rang out, and soon someone came forward and handcuffed them.
“Get away, don’t touch me.”
Cheyenne kicked a man who was about to attack her with disgust, but he continued to approach her as if he didn’t feel the pain.
His tall figure was like a motionless hill, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Cheyenne, bringing extreme oppression.
Seeing her beloved about to be wronged, Kelvin rushed over and knocked the man away with his shoulder.
He turned around and stared at Hayden with a pair of ice-cold eyes, saying, “If you’re a man, come at me, why bother harassing a weak woman?”
“Weak woman?”
Hayden smirked.
“Mr. Foley’s deep love for his wife I can understand, but your wife is not related to the words ‘weak woman’ at all!”
Everyone knew that Cheyenne had set fire to Soar Casino, caused chaos at TWILIGHT, and destroyed Gregory’s stronghold.
“So what?”
Even if his wife had a bad reputation, in Kelvin’s eyes, she was still the helpless girl who couldn’t take care of herself, the gentle and kind mother in front of her children, the timid coward who would cry alone when wronged.
“If you want to play games, I’ll accompany you, but if you dare to touch her, I, Kelvin, will fight you to the death!”
Hayden really didn’t know where he got the courage to say such words.
But he seemed to be in a good mood today, so why not satisfy him with this small wish?
“Fine, since Mr. Foley voluntarily wants to play a game with me, then let you replace your wife.”
“Don’t say I bully a lady, Mrs. Foley… I give you a privilege, the right to choose!”
“From now on, if you can awaken Omari and restore his consciousness within three days, I will let you take him away.”
“If not, then one of you must stay to serve me, how about that?”
Cheyenne and Old Bray are both well-known figures in the medical field, keeping them is beneficial to the organization.
Kelvin, with a net worth of billions, naturally makes his huge assets also tempting. Hayden even had in mind who he wanted to kill first. That child, the most useless one, only wastes food.
After hearing the rules of the game, Cheyenne had a hunch that things were not so simple. What exactly is Hayden up to?
“Wait, since it’s a bet, only betting on one game is too reckless. I suggest – three games, two wins.”
“If I win, I’ll set the conditions.”
Hassan frowned.
In his opinion, why did Mr. Lara have to go through all this trouble with these people? Why not just threaten their lives to get the money from the people behind them?
This whole game rule thing is a waste of time. Besides, there’s already him. Why does Mr. Lara need to keep Old Bray and Cheyenne?
Old Bray is his master, but also his enemy, and Mr. Lara is aware of this fact.
Hayden completely disregarded Hassan’s thoughts and kept his gaze fixed on Cheyenne. Seeing her confident look, he just wanted to laugh.
“What if you lose?”
Cheyenne confidently replied, “I won’t lose!”
“Deal!”
After reaching an agreement, Hassan, who had not agreed to the bet before, unexpectedly walked out and made a request.
“Wait, I request that the first game’s bet be between me and Old Bray.”
After speaking, he respectfully bowed to Hayden.
“Mr. Lara, you know, beating him is my lifelong hope. Please allow me to complete the first game.”
“Okay, but remember – only success is allowed, not failure!”
The first game is crucial, directly affecting the morale of both sides.
Hassan limped over to him and respectfully bowed down.
“Mr. Lara, rest assured, I have been with him for many years, I know all the old man’s abilities like the back of my hand.”
“But these years, I have been studying diligently in the field, and have long surpassed him in many aspects.”
All he lacks is a fair chance to defeat Old Bray. Today, it’s the perfect opportunity.
“But…”
Old Bray’s physical condition makes even standing difficult, how can he compete with Hassan?
Cheyenne was about to suggest that she replace Old Bray and compete with Hassan, but Old Bray stopped her before she could speak.
“Cheyenne, let me do it… even if I’ve lost a leg, I will personally go and clean up the mess!”
For the first time, Cheyenne saw the determination in Old Bray’s eyes. At first sight, she could tell he was a resolute man.
To get Old Bray to this point, there must have been a lot of unknown things between him and his disciple.
“Alright, but Old Bray, you have to promise me, don’t force yourself.”
If things don’t work out, there’s still her and Kelvin, they won’t lose in the next two games.
“Don’t worry, this troublemaker was raised by me. Today, I’m going to show him what it means to respect his teacher!”
With these words, Old Bray struggled to support his broken leg and entered the field with unwavering determination.