Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 80 The Hunting Game Becomes Boring

Grace couldn't see any emotional change on Cayne's handsome face.

Cayne simply glanced at Grace... But he was announcing the end of this hunting game in his heart.

It was fine that Grace was a gold digger, for he could make use of this weakness to approach her step by step and then to win the heart of this prey.

In this hunting game, money was the bait and Grace was the prey.

The charming part of the hunting game was to enjoy the struggles of the prey and the process of the hunting.

But when this woman asked him for the money... Cayne thought that he would like to end this hunting game, for... it was too vulgar.

"It's late now, I have to come back." Cayne shook off his suit pant and said goodbye to Grace lightly.

Grace pressed her lips together and said, "I will send you off."

"No need." Cayne replied in a cold voice. Anyone, including Grace, would feel embarrassed under such a circumstance.

The change of his attitude was so obvious.

"Don't stand on ceremony."

Grace closed the door. It was the first time that she had prepared to send this woman to downstairs. He had visited her several times, but every time when he was to leave, she just sent him to the door of her dormitory. But today, she made an exception and decided to send him to the downstairs.

want to give it to you... Because at the moment you asked me the question, your noodles with scallion oil were not worthy

In the simplest case, one of his sports cars, which had relatively good performance, had costed much than

felt stomach-churned, as if the noodles with scallion oil he ate just now had

it was not an equivalent exchange. But you may have forgotten the fact that I'm a bitch who can do anything to earn money. I'm in short of money; I'm yearning for five million. Do you know how important the 'five million' is

of my business." Cayne was still expressionless... The hunting game had come

you for a long time, Miss James. In the future, I think we will not meet

ponders for a moment and continued, "Mr. Cayne, thank you. By the

in a flat tone, "We're just strangers, so there is no 'future' between us. The 'future' shall be given to the ones who are important

sweep of chilly air passed

her arm, "What did you mean by saying 'I think so. That's the reason why I sent you to the

something must have been wrong as he thought over it. What did she mean by saying that?... She acted

go of me. We have the same decision, what's

what she meant

any longer,

a consensus. Then what was wrong

for 'what she meant', was

it odd, "You must make it clear; otherwise, I

fuming. This man was

worst situation is that it is stalemated until tomorrow when you have to go to work. If you still refuse to explain it, then I think you

gush of disgust crept on her heart. Grace remained silent for a while and agreed that this man would definitely carry out his words if

it is even more important than my life." She added slowly, "But even if it's so important, even if you, Mr. Cayne, are willing to give me the five million; even if it is more important than my life, I don't want you to touch my scar any longer. Not only you, but also others are not allowed to touch it! So I think I

hadn't come, maybe no one would eat the noodles with scallion oil she made... She had simply regarded Cayne as the substitute of that person... After all, she specially learnt how to cook noodles with scallion oil

and thank you... for making me believe that it once