It’s... Dianna!
Dianna has been captured!
Upon learning that Jodie had co looking for Cain, Dianna quickly rushed over and happened to see Jodie running into the muzzle of Old Master Shaw.
Three years ago, Jodie flew to Starfall City to pick her up and had contact with Cain. If Jodie was investigated, her father Jason and Cain’s identity would be exposed, which would be disastrous for Cain. Jodie’s reckless actions not only threatened to disrupt all of Cain’s plans but also endangered Cain lethally.
In that critical mont, Dianna made a swift decision and appeared in Old Master Shaw’s sight.
Sure enough, Old Master Shaw’s attention imdiately shifted back to her, and he ordered for her capture.
Her head of jet-black hair cascaded down ssily, revealing her flawless, petite face. Her icy, bright eyes were dark and showed signs of distress but remained calm and composed.
In the room, aside from Tiger, there were also so underlings. As she entered, she instantly drew the eyes of those n.
A 21-year-old girl, at the tender age of a flower bud, her skin was so delicate that a re touch would leave a red mark, breeding countless n’s wicked thoughts, stirring a desire to ravage.
As soon as Dianna entered, those underlings exclaid aloud, "Tiger, where did you find this young chick? So fresh!"
The underlings’ eyes road all over Dianna, their lecherous looks threatening to strip her clothes off.
Dianna gave them a brief glance, her beautiful small face was icy and aloof, honest without fear, then she lifted her solitary dark eyes towards Cain, who was lazily reclining on the sofa.
She did not speak, as speaking was impossible at this mont.
Cain’s handso face showed no expression, but as Dianna entered, his brow furrowed ominously.
His indifferent yet sharp gaze slowly swept across the room, slicing through the faces of those restless underlings.
Upon eting his gaze, those underlings quickly withdrew their malicious smiles and lowered their heads in fear.
Cain finally turned towards Tiger, pressing the crimson cigarette butt to his thin lips, and took a deep drag, before exhaling a puff of smoke, "What’s the aning of this, huh?"
"Master Cain, don’t be angry, we an no harm, just seeking safety. We heard this little Mimi used to be your new fla, cherished by you. Now that she’s here, once Master Cain safely ets with our patron, we will release her." Tiger grinned.
Blue smoke blurred the man’s handso features, yet his narrowed ebony eyes and sharp jawline could still be vaguely seen, "Where is your patron? If he doesn’t co, how do we negotiate?"
"Master Cain, our patron and Old Master Shaw have arrived, but before you et him, one thing must be done."
Cain lifted his handso eyelids, a teasing laugh echoed within his muscular chest, "Oh, what’s that?"
Tiger bent down and placed an item on the coffee table.
Dianna looked over, it was... white powder.
It was drugs!
No!
Dianna’s pupils shrank, and both her small hands clenching at her sides curled rapidly, they actually wanted Cain to take drugs.
Don’t take drugs, once addicted, Cain’s life would be ruined!
Dianna had been with Jason for years, she had visited rehab centers before, witnessing the horrors there. Those addicted would disown their families, once given a taste they’d do anything, even cut their own flesh.
Dianna desperately wanted to speak, to stop Cain, but she dug her nails deep into her palms to stop herself, because she clearly understood Cain wasn’t hers alone, he had his own mission.
Tiger watched Cain, "Master Cain, if you want to et our patron, you must first smoke this."
Cain’s tall fra continued to lounge lazily against the sofa, his eyes lowered looking at the items on the coffee table, expressionless, not even a furrow of the brow.
Christina truly liked Cain, upon seeing the item quickly frowned, "Tiger, how can my dad let Cain smoke such things, he is my beloved man, my husband, don’t let him touch this, where is my dad, I want to see him!"
"Miss, his call..." Tiger handed a phone to Christina.
Christina took it, listening to sothing from Old Master Shaw before hanging up, "Cain, dad says, as long as you smoke this, we’ll be family, the leader is awaiting you."
The leader is awaiting you...
Cain raised a handso sword-like brow.
"Cain, my dad has asked to go over now." Christina said.
Cain reached and pinched Christina’s pretty face, "Go ahead."
Christina got up and left.
"Master Cain, my patron truly values you, once you smoke this, not only can you see him, but he’ll also hand over control of The Saros Archipelago to you, moreover, you’re already set to marry into the Shaw family, your prospects could not be brighter."
Cain curled his thin, cold lips in a consistently nonchalant manner, then retracted his long legs from the coffee table, bent down his tall fra and brought the cigarette between his fingers to the powder, "I haven’t tried this stuff before, wonder what it tastes like?"
He took a puff.
Cain!
Dianna’s palm-sized face turned pale, her limbs cold, her whole being seed thrown into an abyss, yet she could do nothing, only watch as he touched such things.
Cain didn’t stop, he smoked all the items on the coffee table.
The tall, muscular back slamd heavily into the sofa, at 1.9 ters, as he fell back ca a slight "creak" like the sofa couldn’t bear his robust physique.
A solid arm lazily draped over the sofa’s armrest, his dark eyes showing a hint of daze, lifted his eyelids to glance at Tiger, he cursed mischievously, "Damn, this thing does make one feel heavenly."
Tiger clapped, "Master Cain is decisively cool."
As he spoke, Tiger took out another pack of the stuff and also smoked it up.
Tiger’s expression began to get hazy and indulgent as well, "Master Cain, with this stuff, after one last thing we can live like gods, and that is... won."
Tiger clapped again, and the underlings brought in two beautiful, alluring won.
These two beauties rushed to Cain’s side, hooking him from left and right, chirping sweetly, "Master Cain, we’ve long admired your reputation, you’re even more handso and robust than the legend."
The beauty extended her finger, poking at Cain’s muscular chest, beneath the thin shirt, the man’s muscles were like strongholds, at the place where the heart beats, like a dormant lion, oozing hormone-rich allure.
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