Some customers were just joining in on the excitement without even knowing why others were there. Seeing a crowd, they couldn’t help but gather around too. Sariah Faulkner’s fame was immense, surpassing that of most celebrities.
While stars attract common folk and superficial fans, Sariah captivated the wealthy. More than half of those gathered were rich heirs, with another fifth being exceedingly wealthy.
Over the past few days, Sariah had reached out to Kayden, but he hadn’t responded. Now, Kayden knew she had arrived.
Not far from the sandwich shop stood a distinctive parasol, and beneath it sat a stunning woman in a silk skirt. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and she wore sunglasses. The skirt revealed her flawless white legs, making it seem as though water could be squeezed from them. Her beauty and sensuality were beyond words.
This woman was none other than Sariah Faulkner, the most beautiful woman in the Southwest.
She was surrounded by several burly bodyguards, all in black suits and sunglasses, making their protective role obvious.
Sariah held a sandwich in her hand, eating gracefully. It was the sight of her eating that had inspired so many others to rush and buy sandwiches. Mimicking Sariah made them feel closer to the goddess of beauty.
Most people watched from afar, not daring to approach. Among them, a young man in a suit and tie strode confidently toward her, subtly flaunting his Rolex and straightening his tie as he walked.
Reaching Sariah, he cleared his throat and adopted a gentlemanly posture. “Miss Faulkner, I’m the owner of the Andy Grant Hotel. Here’s my card. I wonder if you could-”
“Go away!” Sariah cut him off sharply before he could finish.
The man’s face turned ashen, as if he’d swallowed a pound of dirt, and he slinked back to where he came from.
Laughter erupted around him.
“I told you she wouldn’t go for him!”
“As if she’d ever go for you! If you think you have a chance, why don’t you try?”
Egged on by the group, another man stepped forward. Seconds later, he returned in disgrace, prompting another round of laughter.
“Sariah is truly stunning. All those words beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, amazing, pretty, hot-they were made for her. She’s perfect. Only perfection can describe her.”
“Absolutely! If she agreed to be my wife, I’d divorce my ugly one at home in a heartbeat. I’d even give up ten years of my life for that!”
“Look, another guy’s going over!”
“Am I seeing this right? Dressed like that, he dares to approach her? That’s an insult to my goddess!”
“Hold on, I bet a hundred bucks he gets thrown back!”
Having seen Sariah, Kayden couldn’t help but walk over.
“Are you waiting for me?” Kayden asked indifferently from behind her, his tone devoid of emotion.
Hearing his voice, Sariah turned quickly. Seeing that it was Kayden, she stood up at once. “Mr. Scott, you’ve finally come.”
With those words, she made it clear she had been waiting for him.
Kayden glanced at the people standing nearby, then asked, “What do you want?”
“Well…” Sariah smiled, revealing her perfect white teeth and charming dimples as she covered her mouth. “Nothing much, really. The head of the Henderson family wishes to see you.”
“He’s back?” Kayden had been waiting for the Henderson family patriarch, Lewis Henderson, but he showed no surprise at hearing of his return. His expression remained calm.
Sariah nodded. “Yes, Mr. Scott, please follow me,” she said, gesturing to a nearby business vehicle.
Kayden turned to look at Greedy Wolf. The driver’s eyebrows had been twitching for some time; he had been dying to ask questions. Isn’t Sariah “Wood”? And why didn’t “Wood” recognize the Defender?
But he recalled Kayden’s previous words: If it’s not his place to speak, he should remain silent.
“Drive and follow us,” Kayden instructed Greedy Wolf.
“Understood!” Greedy Wolf replied respectfully.
As the two got into the car, an elderly woman in an apron approached them.
She beamed at Sariah and asked, “Ma’am, are you leaving now?”
Sariah glanced at the woman. “Yes, is there something you need?”
The old lady hesitated, looking embarrassed. “Well, I feel that all these people are buying from me only because they saw you buying here first. Could you come here every day and eat a sandwich? You don’t have to pay; it’s on the house. Just help me and my husband out.”
Sariah looked the woman up and down, then shook her head. “I can’t.”
The elderly woman suddenly grabbed Sariah’s hand, glanced around, and took out two hundred dollars from her pocket. “Ma’am, this is from me personally. Please, help me out, won’t you?”
Sariah shot the old woman a cold glance. “I’m sorry, I’m busy.” She got into the car and slammed the door shut.
The old woman called out as the car pulled away, “I’ll pay you three thousand dollars a month! How about that?”
Sariah, however, couldn’t be bothered.
Getting someone like Sariah to be a model for just three thousand a month was laughable. Did Sariah lack for money? Certainly not.
It wasn’t that Sariah lacked compassion; she simply wasn’t suited for such things.
Watching the car drive away, the man whom Sariah had earlier told to “Go away” turned furious. “What the fuck! Is Sariah crazy? She picked that poor loser over us? That’s an insult to our judgment! Everybody here is worth millions or even billions, but she chose that nobody?”
“I can’t even bear to think about it. Imagining that guy holding my goddess in his arms…”
“It’s terrifying!”