The next day, Daisie looked for Waylon in the room next to hers. She was about to knock when she realized the door was not exactly closed. She peered through the lean crack and saw Waylon talking to a man in front of his window.“You sure that was Neal Beck?”The man nodded. “Yes. I dug a little deeper, too. All they know it’s that he’s some sort of VIP Cameron Southern met while conducting business abroad. He was obviously very well-regarded, considering how Mr. Southern later made him the governor of The Commune—traditionally The Serpents’ territory.”Waylon narrowed his eyes. ‘Neal Beck… A stranger the Southern heir brought home.’ Had he not already known Nollace was rescued by Cameron, he would have never suspected ‘Neal Beck’ to be a pseudonym.This Neal had to be Nollace. “Please continue your work. See if you can gather more useful information.” The man gave a small nod. “Understood.”Daisie ducked behind the wall the moment the man turned. When the door was yanked op
The woman’s eyes glided over the curtain. She could see the silhouette flitting about behind the veil. “Joaqin expressed his wish to marry Ms. Serrano to you.”The silhouette inside froze, comb still locked in black, smooth hair. A peal of laughter suddenly erupted from beyond the curtains. “Oh, Joaqin has such a sick sense of humor. Imagine, asking me to marry a squawking chimpanzee!”The woman cast her eyes to the floor. “Mr. Southern has refused.”Cameron was done grooming. The silhouette emerged from behind the curtains, cutting a sleek, tidy figure made even more handsome by an aura of heroism. A melange of languidness, laid-back casualness, and unflappability hung over the figure’s face. “So, Dad’s decision to let Mr. Beck take care of The Commune really threw The Serpents off, didn’t it? And the only solution they could come up with was political marriage. Well, sucks to be them. I’m not… ‘husband’ material.”The woman sighed. “It’s a potential blow to your identity. That’s
Well, it looked like Sunny had underestimated The Serpents, after all.Cameron was a little shocked to see how thorough Nollace’s analysis was. Her time with Nollace had been short so far, and yet it was enough for her to realize that he was observant, shrewd, perceptive, and incredibly intelligent. He never put all his cards on the table, and he never left traces that could incriminate him. He was mysterious.The more mysterious a man was, the more unsettling he was. Had he appeared to her as an enemy—Cameron doubted she could escape him at all.She traced the rim of her teacup and smiled briskly. “I’m not too worried about Joaqin’s scheme. It’s his daughter who’s the biggest thorn in the flesh.”Nollace narrowed his eyes in silence.Cameron propped the side of her face with her hand and leaned onto the armrest lazily. “I bumped into two foreigners in a restaurant the other day,” she intoned, surveying his reaction. “Brother and sister, I think. They don’t look like your garden-v
Cameron’s smile faded. Nollace did not stay to hear her answer. He picked his jacket up and left. He was certain that the answer was only going to be yes.Cameron waited until he disappeared into the door to lean against her chair, her mood pensive and thoughtful.A woman approached her from the side and informed her, “Mr. Cameron? Ms. Serrano invited you on a date in a restaurant.”A smile shadowed Cameron’s lips. “And she couldn’t even wait.”…The venue was devoid of other patrons. Clearly, Florence had the whole establishment cleared out just for her. Now, her bodyguards stood outside like a row of samurais.Cameron brought two women with her. She found Florence refining her make-up from her seat, her eyes staring at a compact mirror. “Ah, Cameron! You kept me waiting for a little too long.”The cap on her lipstick clicked. She looked up and flashed Cameron her most seductive smile.Cameron pulled a chair out, sat, and chortled. “That’s your winning make-up? You wouldn’t
Florence had put herself in trouble. She didn’t expect Cameron to be on such high alert, but if she didn’t drink it, it would mean there really was something in the drink.Once she was caught, Cameron would not let her or The Serpents get away. She took over the wine glass and downed the content.The glass was empty without a single drop left. “How’s that?”Cameron clapped. “You’re a good drinker.”She turned and got the woman behind her to bring a new bottle of wine over. The woman brought it over, opened it, and poured some into the decanter.Cameron picked up a clean glass and poured the wine in. He then noticed how tipsy Florence looked, so he smiled. “What’s wrong, Ms. Serrano? Not feeling well?”Florence clenched her jaw. “I remember that I have somewhere to get to. I need to go.”The effects had kicked in. She shouldn’t have used such a big dosage.Florence quickly got up and left, and Cameron didn’t stop her but continued drinking alone.The woman noticed that some
Florence was stunned but then glared at her. “You b*tch! How dare you hit me!?”She was going to call the guards but realized she had sent them away.Daisie rubbed her wrist. “I would do that any day if you hit my brother.”Waylon pulled her back after seeing how crazy the woman on the floor was. “You don’t seem to be feeling well. You should ask someone to come and get you.”After saying that, Waylon walked past her while dragging Daisie along. Florence shook with anger, but her men got there at that moment and blocked Waylon and Daisie’s path.The bodyguards helped her up. “Ms. Serrano!”Florence pointed at them and said, out of breath, “Leave the man. Teach that woman a lesson!”Waylon looked at the few men who approached with icy cold eyes. The bodyguards signaled at each other and rushed forward to take him down. However, Waylon turned and bent the man’s hand backward. The sudden pain made him howl while bending down on his knees.Everyone else became more vicious wh
After turning off the hose, the person on the floor froze and trembled, her makeup messed up. She was out of it for a while because that was the first time she was treated that way. She then yelled at the top of her lungs, “I’m going to kill you!”Daisie put her hands on her waist. “I helped you cool down, but you’re trying to kill me. So ungrateful!”Waylon cleared his throat and walked behind her. “Alright, let’s not stay here.”Daisie nodded and was going to leave with Waylon when a few cars blocked the exit of the garage, and a group of men got out. The leader was Manuel Estrada. Manuel saw Florence sitting on the floor and shivering while her men were injured. He took off his jacket, ran toward her, and wrapped the jacket around her. “What happened?”He helped her up, and Florence pointed to Daisie with hate. “Kill this b*tch!”Waylon stood in front of Daisie and faced them. “Ms. Serrano, are you sure you want to turn this into a bigger issue?”Florence looked deliriou
Florence wasn’t expecting someone to derail her plan. Cameron, the *sshole, was messing up her plans again!She started sweating while she clenched her jaw. “Cameron, this is none of your business. Stay out of it.”Cameron was the heir of the Southerns, and even her father Joaqin wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him, especially when Cameron was a very good combatant and was really good with hidden weapons. Even Fabio’s men were wary of his tricks.On top of that, he was as good a fighter as Manuel, and even if there were a group of them, they would be no match for him.Cameron crossed her arms and smiled. “You’re supposed to be my fiancee. How am I supposed to feel when you’re trying to grab a man in the middle of town?”Daisie was shocked but didn’t say anything.‘Florence is Cameron’s fiancee!? He has such terrible taste!’ Florence’s face turned pale, and she was angry but had to keep it together. Her father wanted her to marry Cameron, but if he used this chance to tell on her,