Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)
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.

"Miss James." Cayne suddenly chuckled. There was a tinge of impatience on his face, "I have five million, but I don't want to give it to you... Because at the moment you asked me the question, your noodles with scallion oil were not worthy of one hundred thousand anymore."

Five million was just nothing to Cayne. In the simplest case, one of his sports cars, which had relatively good performance, had costed much than this.

He just suddenly felt stomach-churned, as if the noodles with scallion oil he ate just now had been spoiled.

Grace remained silent. Then she suddenly chuckled, "Mr. Cayne, I have never said that the noodles I make are worthy of one hundred million. You thought they were worthy and were willing to pay the price, and I extremely lacked of money, 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. I'm in short of money; I'm yearning for five million. Do you know how important the 'five million' is to me? It is so important that if I can't earn five million within the agreed time limit, I will lose the most important thing in my life."

"That's none of my business." Cayne was still expressionless... The hunting game had come to an end.

He then raised his hand and glanced at his wristwatch, "I've waster so much time here and bothered you for a long time, Miss James. In the future, I think we will not meet in the future."

"I think so. That's the reason why I sent you to the downstairs." She ponders for a moment and continued, "Mr. Cayne, thank you. By the way, you were wrong about that."

She added 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 to you."

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

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

Cayne felt that something must have been wrong as he thought over it. What did she mean by saying that?... She acted as if she was not the one who asked him for five million. Was she trying to save her face, or...

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

Was what she meant important?

Anyhow, she didn't want to meet him any longer, while he thought it was unnecessary to pester her.

In this way, they reached a consensus. Then what was wrong with it?

As for 'what she meant', was it important?

"No." Cayne found it odd, "You must make it clear; otherwise, I won't allow you to go upstairs tonight."

Grace felt even fuming. This man was so overbearing!

"It's fine if you don't want to explain it. I have a lot of time to waste you here. The 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 don't need to go to work."

A 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 she refused to explain it.

"Didn't I tell you just now? Five million is so important to me; 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 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 you... for finishing the noodles with scallion oil I made."

If Cayne 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 for that person.

"Thank you... for finishing the noodles every time, and thank you... for making me believe that it once existed."

So this was what she meant by mentioning the five million?

So he had mistook her?

If it was any other one who gave that explanation, Cayne would not believe in it and would think that she was quibbling. But it was Grace who actually said that. Cayne just had a complicated feeling. He suddenly lifted his long legs and rushed upstairs to chase after Grace. He then stopped on the stair below the stair on which Grace was standing, and hooked around her neck from behind.

Even if Cayne was standing on the stair below to Grace's, he was taller than Grace after all. He tightly hooked around Grace. Grace felt the weight on her shoulder as Cayne suddenly put his head on it. He leaned over and talked in Grace's ear in a dangerous tone, "One is bound to have a slip of the tongue if he talks too much. You shouldn't have answered my question just now. I'm more interested in you now." Grace replied coldly, "It has nothing to do with me."

"Miss James... you're a cold-hearted person."

Of course Grace knew that she was an indifferent person... Who would remain enthusiastic and philanthropic after staying in that dark place for three years?

In that place, officiousness would only end up harming yourself. For instance... Leona put her finger in her affairs, and died in the end. She was still so young and hadn't given the opportunity to enjoy her colorful life.

"Mr. Cayne, let's not meet with each other in the future."

She reached out to push him away, but at the next second, Cayne grasped her hands and confined them behind her back.

"What do you want to do?"

Cayne didn't reply her. He reached out one hand and used his slender fingers to push aside her bangs.

Grace's heart missed one beat and she widened her eyes in shock, "Stop! Stop!"

But no matter how hard she had struggled, she still could not break free from Cayne's confinement. Cayne joked with his manly voice, "Don't move around. You can't escape away."