The old Mr. Shaw had been secretly observing Cain Shaw’s expression. Cain hadn’t had a new romantic interest for a long ti. n, as expected, are flirtatious in their youth, but those won are just for fun; one must not beco emotionally involved. The old Mr. Shaw had already sensitively noticed Cain’s different attitude towards this girl, Tanya Sullivan.
The old Mr. Shaw ordered an investigation into Tanya Sullivan. Tanya’s background had been managed, so no issues would arise. However, the old Mr. Shaw also found out what he wanted; Tanya had a close relationship with a boy during her school days.
Now, the old Mr. Shaw had exposed these photos because he wanted Cain to abandon Tanya Sullivan and marry his own daughter.
But the old Mr. Shaw was disappointed because Cain did not show any reaction. He looked up, his deep dark eyes staring over, "Sir, are you finished speaking?"
Old Mr. Shaw, "..."
"If you’re done, then we’ll be leaving now." Cain stood up, walked over to Tanya Sullivan, took her small hand, and left with her.
Christina Shaw’s beautiful face imdiately twisted with anger, resembling a fem fatale.
"Cain, the servants have prepared dinner; stay and have a al," the old Mr. Shaw said.
Cain didn’t stop; he left with Tanya Sullivan.
...
On the lawn, Cain brought Tanya to the side of the limousine and instructed the driver, "Take Miss Sullivan ho first."
"Yes, Master Cain." The driver respectfully opened the back door.
Tanya withdrew her small hand from Cain’s palm, looked up with her snow-white, egg-shaped face, and asked him, "Are you staying for dinner?"
Cain nodded, "Yes."
"Then, will you marry Christina Shaw?" Tanya asked directly.
The evening breeze tousled her pure, black hair, the strands entwining around her snowy neck. Cain glanced and then looked away, "I’ve already arranged for your mother. No need to worry, she’s safe. However, it’s not safe to stay here for long. You’ll need to endure for one more night, and I’ll take you away tomorrow."
He was avoiding the question and did not answer whether he would marry Christina Shaw.
Tanya curled her lips slightly, "Then I understand, Master Cain. I’ll congratulate you in advance; wish you a happy marriage."
After saying this, Tanya got into the car, and the limousine sped away.
Cain stood there watching the departing vehicle, the lawn lights casting his silhouette long and thin.
...
Cain was watching Tanya leave when Christina Shaw stood in the living room, watching Cain. She had already dug her nails into her palm out of jealousy.
"Tina." At this mont, the old Mr. Shaw ca over.
"Dad, I really hate that Tanya Sullivan. You should have soone scar her face and sell her to the red-light district so she can serve the lowest n!" Christina twisted her face as she spoke.
"Tina, it’s only Tanya Sullivan. Which man who’s successful doesn’t have a little romantic escapade by his side? Why make trouble with Cain over such a small matter? Once Cain marries you, it’s not too late to deal with those won then." The old Mr. Shaw looked down on Tanya Sullivan, now focusing on getting Cain to marry his daughter.’
Christina understood this logic. Her eyes flashed with a malicious light. Once Cain beca the Shaw family’s son-in-law, she would deal with those seductive won around him.
"But Dad, will Cain really marry ? He’s always so distant, no matter how hard I try to please him; he never looks at !" Christina spoke, unwilling to accept it.
The old Mr. Shaw smiled kindly, "Don’t worry, Tina. Cain will marry you."
Even though the old Mr. Shaw said this, Christina was still not reassured, so she decided to use her own thods.
Her thod was simple and brutal, but it never failed.
Christina handed a packet of powder to the maid, "Later, add this to Master Cain’s wine glass."
"Yes, Miss Christina." The maid nodded.
...
Cain stayed for dinner, and afterward, he was about to leave when Christina quickly tried to keep him, "Cain, you just drank wine, stay here to sober up a bit. I’ll have the servants bring up a fruit platter."
"No need." Cain refused directly and planned to leave.
Christina was a little anxious; Cain had just drunk the tampered wine, and she was waiting for the drug to take effect, hoping to turn the tables, but she hadn’t expected Cain to leave so soon.
She absolutely couldn’t let Cain leave.
"I feel a little dizzy." Christina quickly pressed her hand to her head, pretending to faint, and leaned toward Cain’s arms.
If all went as expected, Cain would certainly stretch out his hands to catch her, and then she would be in his arms.
However, in the next second, with a thud, Christina directly fell to the ground, her forehead hitting the sofa.
Ah!
Christina scread in pain.
"Miss, what happened? Quickly, help Miss up!" The maids hurried over, clumsily trying to help Christina up.
Christina was extrely embarrassed; Cain hadn’t even reached out to catch her and had actually stepped aside, watching her fall with open eyes.
Christina looked up at Cain. Cain, tall and imposing, stood in front of her, squinting his dark eyes at her with a cold, mocking gaze, "Miss, next ti make sure to stand firm; don’t go weak at the knees and fall over any man you see."
"..." Christina’s face turned pale; Cain had seen through her little tricks and was now shalessly humiliating her.
"Get away! Don’t touch !" Christina angrily pushed the maids away.
"Miss, I’m leaving now." Cain turned to leave.
"Cain, you can’t leave! You mustn’t leave!" Christina reached out and grabbed Cain’s pant leg, trying to prevent him from leaving.
Cain, with both hands in his pockets, glanced at Christina. He found Christina acting quite abnormal, as if she was desperate to keep him there.
At this mont, Cain felt a surge of heat rising through his body, and his body temperature was steadily increasing.
Cain’s handso face instantly turned cold, and a terrible shadow lood over his brow, "Christina, did you tamper with my drink?"
Cain had been in the business for so long, he had seen all kinds of tricks and deceit; he knew he had been caught.
Actually, Christina was truly the first to dare use such a filthy and despicable thod on him.
Under his intense gaze, Christina couldn’t help but feel a chill on her scalp, "Cain, I really like you. From the mont I first saw you, I was smitten. I just want to have you."
Christina humbled herself and made a heartfelt confession.
Unfortunately, Cain was not the least bit romantic. He delivered a kick straight to Christina’s chest.
Christina felt a sharp pain in her chest, and a rush of blood almost surged up her throat.
Overhead ca Cain’s ominous, vicious voice, "For the old man’s sake, this is the first and last ti!"
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