She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 This Hunting Game Becomes Boring

Caroline couldn't see any emotional change on Cayne's gorgeous face.

He only glanced at Caroline, thinking that probably this hunting game should come to an end.

It was fine for Caroline to love money because he could make use of this weak point of hers and approached her again and again and hunt this prey step by step.

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

The fun of hunting lay in the prey's struggle and the process of hunting.

However, when this woman asked him for money, Cayne thought he should put an end to this hunting game because it was too vulgar.

"It's late. I should go." Cayne patted his suit pants and bid farewell to Caroline calmly.

Caroline pressed her lips tightly and said, "I'll walk you out."

"No need." He declined flatly. Anyone, including Caroline, would feel embarrassed under such a circumstance.

The change in his attitude was obvious.

"I insist."

Caroline closed the door. This time, she prepared to send this man downstairs. He had visited her several times, but every time she would only send him to the door of her dormitory. But today, she made an exception and decided to send him downstairs.

"Ms. Jameson." Cayne suddenly chuckled. With a hint of impatience on his face, he said, "I have five million dollars, but I don't want to give it to you. Because when you asked me that question, your scallion noodles are not worthy of one hundred thousand anymore."

Five million was nothing to Cayne. Take the simplest case, one of his sports cars, which had a relatively good performance, cost much more than this.

He suddenly felt stomach-churned as if the noodles with scallion oil he ate just now had gone bad.

Caroline became silent. The next moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Filocci, I've never told you that the noodles I make are worthy of one hundred million dollars. You thought they were worthy and were willing to pay for them, while I was extremely in short of money, so I took the money."

She continued, "You may ask why I still took the money even if I knew that it was not an equivalent exchange. But maybe you've forgotten the fact that I'm a bitch who can do anything to earn money. I'm short of money. I need five million dollars. Do you know what five million dollars mean to me? It's so important that I will lose the most important thing in my life if I can't earn it within the agreed time limit."

"That's none of my business." Said Cayne expressionless. He was declaring the end to this hunting game.

He raised his hand to take a glance at his wristwatch and said, "Ms. Jameson, I've wasted so much time here and bothered you for a long time. But in the future, I think we'll not meet again."

"I think so. That's why I insist on sending you downstairs." Caroline pondered for a while and added, "Mr. Filocci, thank you. By the way, you were wrong about on point."

She continued in a flat voice, "We're strangers. So, there's no future between us."

The "future" should be given to the ones who were important to you.

After finishing the words, Caroline pulled her coat tighter as a sweep of chilly air passed by. She turned around and then slowly walked toward the stairs.

Cayne suddenly pulled her arm and said, "What did you mean? Why did you say you think so? That's the reason why you sent me downstairs?"

Cayne felt something must have been wrong as he thought over it. What did she mean by saying those words? She acted as if she was not the one who asked him for five million dollars.

Was she trying to save her dignity, or...

"Sir, please let go of me. We have the same decision. So, what's the necessity of probing into it?"

Was what she meant important?

Anyway, she didn't want to see him again, and he thought it was unnecessary to pester her.