Nemesis Game novel Chapter 38

Seeing the man’s handsome face immediately approaching her, accompanied by jaw pain that moment, she saw the man in front of her.

His cold voice like a wind across her ears, danger and coldness continued to spread to her heart.

Looking at his cold and handsome face, she was stunned for a moment, and she said, "Why are you humiliating me, Mr Knight?"

She was a dog?

He said she was a dog? How did she become Gabriel's dog?

Ruben, who was as ruthless as ever, could easily drive her into despair without even touching her finger.

Why on earth would he take revenge on her?

It was impossible for him to know her identity, so did he just want to play with a woman?

Samantha looked at the man's eyes, and her heart felt colder than ever before.

"Did I humiliate you?" The man slowly opens his mouth in his usual tone, like a slap on her face. "Who do you think you are?"

He deliberately slowed down the speed of speech, making every word clear to her.

Samantha suddenly felt that she was so distressed that she lost all her strength. She felt the urge of crying but she soon fought it back. "Mr Knight, you let me involve in the relationship between you and Peyton. Are you not caring about her feeling at all?" she asked.

The man sneered with cold eyes, "You’re overthinking. You're just a plaything. "

Her heart was once broken by his harsh words. She couldn't breathe because of the pain, and she laughed.

At that moment, there was an impulse in her heart.

Why did Ruben care so much about Peyton? Peyton's happiness, anger, and sadness were all related to him. If she really became Ruben's mistress, she wondered what Peyton would do.

At the thought that she could hurt Peyton, Samantha instant feel relieved.

As long as it can make Peyton suffer, she was willing to pay any price.

Since Ruben gave her such a chance, why didn't she agree?

To be his mistress was the best way to revenge Peyton!

No, or she could make Ruben fall in love with herself, so that Peyton would be heartbroken.

It was going to be interesting.

It might be impossible in her eyes, but how could she be sure it wouldn’t work if she didn't work hard?

This time, she was going to take control instead of being controlled.

She would make Peyton hurt so much, so that he could not forget for a lifetime.

After all, she wouldn’t be the only one who was suffering.

"What is the benefit of being the lover of Mr Knight?" Samantha pretended to be cool, took his tie and held him close on her initiative.

Ruben looked at her, and his eyes were oppressed like beasts.

"Oh, wasn't you so righteous just now? Why are you going to accept me now?" he said clearly.

Samantha fiddled with her black wave curl and sneered, "Yes, I didn't expect to be seen through by Mr Knight. I am playing cat and mouse with you. Don’t you understand, Mr Knight? "

Ruben said coldly, "Does Gabriel know you are such a bitch?”

Samantha smiled at him as if she didn’t hear him. She said with a charming smile, "What’s the difference? Isn’t it what Mr Knight always wanted? "

A chill swept through the man’s deep, dark eyes, and he clasped her jaw and stared at her. "You are very conscious."

"Thank you for your praise. Since I agree to be your mistress, should you think about releasing Mr. Powell? After all... " She laughed, without going on talking.

Ruben let go of her, with absolute atmosphere to give her great pressure.

"Tomorrow."

Samantha felt relieved. Did he agreed?

It didn't matter. She was willing to exchange her brother's safety with her own.

She would rather save her brother at the cost of her life, not to mention being his mistress for half a year.

Samantha beamed a smile, "Thanks, Mr Knight. It's late. I should go back first."

"Go back?" Ruben said slowly, "You live here every night from now on."

Samantha, who was about to leave when she heard this, suddenly stopped, looking up on the man's deep and amorous eyes.

"What? Mr Knight can’t bear to see me leave? Can't you stand a whole night by yourself?" Samantha said, looking at him with her arms folded.

What was he up to?

Ruben's handsome face was expressionless, devoid of the slightest joy and anger. His eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

"To be a plaything, one must have the understanding of playthings."

Samantha gazed into his cold eyes, and suddenly felt that the light on her head was very dazzling. She can't control the heat.

Plaything, he never thought of her as human.

Whether he was Samantha or Helena.