I've Been There Before

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.”

nothing to Cayne. In the simplest case, one of his sports cars, which had

noodles with scallion oil he ate just now had

“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

expressionless… The hunting game had come to

much time here and bothered you for a long

a moment and continued, “Mr. Cayne, thank you. By the way, you were wrong about that.”

added in a flat tone, “We’re just strangers, so there is no ‘future’ between us. The ‘future’ shall be given to the

as a sweep of chilly air

mean by saying ‘I think so. That’s the

wrong as he thought over it. What did she mean by saying that?... She acted as if she was not

to save her

of me. We have the same decision, what’s the necessity of probing

what she meant

meet him any longer,

they reached a consensus. Then what was wrong

‘what she meant’, was

it odd, “You must make it clear; otherwise, I won’t allow you

fuming. This

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,

a while and agreed that this man would definitely carry out his words if she

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

would eat the noodles with scallion oil she made… She had simply regarded Cayne as the substitute

noodles every time, and thank you…