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.

tinge of impatience on his face, "I have five million, but I don't want to give it to you... Because at

to Cayne. In the simplest case, one of his sports cars, which had relatively good performance, had costed

with scallion oil he ate just now had been

so I took it. You may ask why I took the money with the knowledge that 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.

none of my business." Cayne was still expressionless... The hunting game had come to

much time here and bothered you for a long time, Miss James. In the

ponders for a moment and continued,

between us. The 'future' shall be given

tighter as a sweep of chilly air passed by. She turned

'I think

saying that?... She acted as if she was not the one who asked him for five

let go of me. We have the same decision, what's the necessity of probing into

what she meant

want to meet him any longer, while he thought it was unnecessary

consensus. Then what was wrong with

'what she meant',

make it clear; otherwise, I won't allow you to

felt even fuming. This man

it is stalemated until tomorrow when you have to go to work. If you

silent for a while and agreed that

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 will not meet with you again, Mr. Cayne. I sent you to downstairs, for I just wanted to say goodbye to you officially. Thank you for giving me the money, and thank

with scallion oil she made... She had simply regarded Cayne as the substitute of that person... After all, she specially learnt how to cook

for finishing the noodles every time, and thank you... for making me believe that