His goal was actually quite simple, that was to ally with the Weaver family to bolster his reputation in the capital.
Naturally, this required elevating the Lara family’s status in the political arena.
Previously, the Lara family had been earnestly conducting business, never delving into the political sphere.
Now, opting to collaborate with the Weaver family was exactly with this intention in mind.
Jaelynn had promised him that once things were successful… Hayden could serve as a legislator in the senate.
The three of them each had their own ambitions and schemes, and they expressed their goals frankly.
Only Sam.
From start to finish, everyone merely knew he did all this for revenge; nothing else was known.
They even sneered at it.
Hatred indeed is the best catalyst-it can support a person in accomplishing various feats that seemed impossible!
Those obsessed with hatred will also possess a resilience and perseverance that others do not have.
The meeting concluded successfully with the three agreeing to commence actions in two days, and Sam then hung up the phone.
The projection on the wall turned into a subdued black.
Jaelynn then tentatively expressed her doubts, “Will Sam really show up two days later?”
He always works with speed and precision, yet today he seemed unusually hesitant.
Though it was a minor detail, Jaelynn, ever so sharp, sensed something different right away.
Thanks to her reminder, Hayden realized that Sam indeed seemed off today.
“Perhaps, but it’s normal for him to be cautious with such a big matter; asking a few extra questions is probably just to make sure the plan is foolproof.”
“You know, he always strives for perfection!”
“I hope I’m just overthinking it.”
Jaelynn exhaled lightly, quickly turned, and left the secret room.
The night was deep, and inside Tiger Cage, it was so dark that one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face, except for a faint light emitting from the wrought iron wall lamps along the corridor.
In the darkness, Cheyenne idly kicked at the weeds on the ground with the tips of her toes.
She could even hear the slight rustling noises-no doubt the mice.
Prisons and mice are indeed perfect partners; having been here for just a few days, she had already killed a dozen mice.
See, they were all hanging on the wall.
After all, they looked more like a family when neat and tidy, though this method was a bit wasteful of her silver needles.
Kelvin glanced at it once and felt his scalp go numb; he unconsciously swallowed his saliva and shifted his gaze away.
“That’s… quite boring, isn’t it?” He said weakly.
It had become so boring that she had even begun lining up the mice…
Cheyenne simply nodded honestly, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “What can you do when we’re locked up here all day? Apart from eating and sleeping, it’s tedious.”
Even a math book would seem interesting to her by now.
Kelvin looked at her sympathetically.
Then touched his nose and coughed embarrassingly.
“I’m pretty bored too.”
“See, so how do you manage to sit there all day without saying a word or moving?”
Sometimes she even wondered if he was going to become petrified…
Kelvin replied that although his body hadn’t moved, he had been constantly brainstorming ways to escape.
That’s when Cheyenne had to ask.
“So, have you thought of any good methods yet?”
He boldly answered, “I haven’t figured it out yet; your mouse family disgusts me.”
It was clearly his own inability to find a solution, how could he blame her for playing with mice?
Cheyenne pouted her lips unhappily, stretched out her foot, and lightly kicked his thigh.
“Move over; I also want to lie down and think about a solution.”
But Kelvin despised that her hands had just touched mice and wouldn’t let her sleep next to him at any cost.
“Why don’t you wash your hands, or else stay a meter away from me.”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne nearly burst out laughing.
“You even ate a bug, and I didn’t despise you, yet you start despising me?”
“Moreover, my dear Mr. Foley, you should smell yourself; you’re almost stinky!”
And she wasn’t narcissistic.
When she smelled herself, there was still a faint fragrance of flowers, with no sour stench even after so many days; truly a miracle.
Kelvin’s complexion changed, and he immediately sniffed his armpit.
The next moment, his handsome face crumpled into a frown, and he clenched his fist angrily.
“Damn this Omari, he’ll see when I get out!”
If not for him, he wouldn’t have ended up unable to bath for seven days, dirty and disheveled.
As the words left his mouth, a feeble snicker came from the cell next door.
“Kelvin, do you think people who study law can’t fight?”
“I can fight you precisely, you know.”
The speaker was Omari, imprisoned in the adjacent cell, diagonally across from Old Bray.
And Mike, according to the game’s agreement, had already been sent out.
Kelvin’s expression turned even sourer after he heard this; he spoke sternly, “Don’t think that businessmen can’t fight… these past few years, I’ve just been too temperate to tolerate you still being alive!”
Across from him, Old Bray was taken aback, his eyes filled with disbelief before he snorted coldly to interrupt them.
“Enough, you two combined are nearly as old as I am; can you be a bit more steady?”
Cheyenne also twisted Kelvin’s ear in agreement.
“Exactly.”
“Cheyenne, hiss, Old Bray is watching, don’t make me look bad.”
Even if you couldn’t see what was happening in the adjacent cell, Omari could somewhat imagine from the conversation.
He chuckled gleefully.
“Kelvin, serves you right!”
“Shut up!”
Cheyenne was speechless.
It seemed twisting his ear was futile.
Oh well… let them quarrel, or else this place is as quiet and eerie as the underworld.
She silently moved to the side and sat down; not sure if it was her imagination, it felt chilly on her bottom.
To verify her guess, she reached out to touch.
Her palm also felt a cold sensation, not just that, but there was also a pulsating frequency.
“This feeling… it’s water flow!”
Being able to feel the force of the water flow with her palm indicated the ground layer wasn’t deep, there was a river below.
“Quiet down, Mr. Lara… go to the wall and touch it with your hand, see if it feels cool?”
Omari heard this, thinking she was concerned about whether he was hot.
Immediately he said, “Cheyenne, don’t worry, I’m not hot.”
Cheyenne rolled her eyes grossly, fortunately, Omari couldn’t see.
“Who the fuck is asking if you’re hot?”
“I’m asking you to explore; I’ve discovered there’s a river below this prison, so I’m asking if it’s the same on your side?”
Upon learning the truth, Omari’s face turned red with embarrassment.
“Ah, got it, I’m on it.”
A few seconds later, his excited voice came from next door.
“It really is cool.”
On the other side, Old Bray gave it a try, unfortunately, his cell had no sound of water.
“It seems this river runs along our side, Omari, try if you can punch through the ground?”
“If you can, then that’s impressive!”
Upon hearing this, Omari felt that Kelvin was definitely taking revenge on him, actually asking him to punch the ground bare-handed.
Why doesn’t he do it?
But men always want to save face, especially in front of the one they love, so he must puff himself up.
Even for a chance to win his rival’s admission of “Impressive, indeed,” he couldn’t say he couldn’t!
“Of course I can! Cheyenne, just wait, I’ll come and save you right away.”
Saying so, Omari tightly closed his eyes, trying to gather all his strength into his fist.
Once he made up his mind, he struck forcefully towards the ground.
Bang-
Fortunately, he had been previously subjected to parasite, and his body had been enhanced, gaining much strength than before.
Although this punch didn’t break through the ground, it caused stones to scatter, creating quite a big pit.
However, Omari was not satisfied with this result.
Because Kelvin had just said to punch through the ground with “one punch.”
Looks like he needed one more punch.
This time, he intentionally made less noise; the second punch went down.
Stones and blood splattered together, numbing his entire arm with pain, but finally, he saw the water.
“Kelvin, I did it. Now, quickly say that I’m impressive!”
Kelvin looked unwell, “You punched twice, don’t think I didn’t hear.”
Omari was speechless.