Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Perfect Match—Slut and Scumbag
Not his girlfriend? So in Kiki Jennings’ heart, she just sees that as a one-night fling in the past?
Wayne Chandler thought a socialite like Kiki would be a woman who’d be devoted after being caught, but surprisingly, she’s so open, so cheap.
Wayne ignores what she’s saying next, directly taking out his phone, turning on the camera, ready to film her.
Kiki was terrified. Has Wayne gone mad?
Kiki absolutely cannot let Wayne take such a video. She reaches out to block the phone’s camera.
A ruthless gleam passes in Wayne’s eyes. He’s a relentless person, his fingers grab her torn cheongsam, forcefully pulling it down, leaving it like a rag on the ground.
The autumn wind was bone-chilling, and Kiki shivered with cold, goosebumps popping up all over her body.
Kiki was about to cry, lowering her voice, she said, "What exactly do you want? I’ll give you money. How much do you want? Won’t giving it to you be enough?"
Money?
Ha ha!
Once he becomes her husband, all her family’s money will be his. Would he be tempted by such small gains? She underestimates him too much.
Wayne, tall and sturdy, in a few swift moves, grips her wrist, moves her hand away, aims the phone’s camera at her body, from her face moving down, occasionally catching his own face on camera too.
Tears streamed down Kiki’s face as she opened her mouth, wanting to scream loudly.
Wayne saw right through her, sneering coldly, "Go ahead! Call all your family here, let them see how cheap you look right now."
Kiki was too scared to make a sound, her heart filled with regret, wishing she hadn’t provoked such a scumbag like Wayne.
Wayne seemed to see through her, a twisted expression on his face, "What, Kylie regrets it now? It’s too late for regret. I’m not the kind of guy you can play with and dump as you please. You had your way with me in the car, so you have to take responsibility. If I take this to your family, the police station, I’d be justified."
Shocked, Kiki looked at Wayne. It was clearly him who seduced her first. How could he distort the truth?
Whether it’s distorted or not is no longer important. What’s important is that Kiki was caught in Wayne’s trap.
Wayne finished recording, tucked the phone into his pocket, patted Kiki’s cold face, sinisterly smiling, "Cheat on me again, give me a cuckold, don’t blame me for putting today’s video online. In this life, you can only marry me."
Kiki felt a chill not just on her body but in her heart, gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Scumbag."
Wayne laughed indulgently, "A cheap woman and a scumbag, we’re a perfect match."
With his goal achieved, hands in pockets, Wayne turned and left, not caring that Kiki shivered in the biting autumn wind. She wouldn’t freeze to death anyway, at most catch a cold, a few days’ IV treatment in the hospital would be fine.
Returning to his rented apartment, Wayne’s phone rang.
Glancing at it, it was Kiki calling.
Wayne raised a brow, answering, "Kylie, sweetheart."
Kiki sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale, feeling nauseated from Wayne, "I need you to do something for me."
Wayne chuckled, "We’re getting married this year."
Kiki was startled.
Without getting a response, Wayne added, "If you agree, I’ll do anything for you, whether it’s one thing or ten things or a hundred things."
After a pause: "Provided it’s not illegal!"
He’s not so foolish to do illegal things for Kiki. What if it was Kiki’s plan to send him to jail?
Kiki wanted to smack Wayne hard through the phone.
Suppressing her anger, Kiki said, "Fine."
Wayne didn’t expect Kiki to agree so quickly, he was overjoyed, "Kylie, sweetheart, what do you want me to do for you?"
"Have your friends, and your friends’ friends, whoever posted my photo on WeChat Moments, have them delete it."
Wayne furrowed his brows, this was quite a large task, not easy to handle!
Kiki immediately followed, "And go to the nightclub to find a woman who looks very much like the one in the photo I sent you, no matter what means you use, get her into bed, and record a video."
Kiki hung up, and Wayne received a picture on WeChat.
The woman in the picture was very beautiful, with delicate features, outshining TV actresses.
Wayne was nearly drooling over her.
He sent Kiki a message: "Kylie, sweetheart, these things cost money! No money, can’t do anything!"
Kiki immediately transferred him a hundred thousand on WeChat.
Seeing the transfer, Wayne’s fingers holding the phone trembled for quite a while. With money, everything’s different. A hundred thousand came like it was nothing.
"Thank you, Kylie, sweetheart. Wait for my good news. When I find a lookalike, I’ll have my good buddy handle it. I’ll keep you pure, Kylie, sweetheart!"
What good buddy? With such a beautiful woman, if he found a lookalike, he’d definitely do it himself. Saying such things to trick Kiki was merely to coax her.
Kiki didn’t respond to Wayne, tossing the phone aside, feeling utterly disgusted by Wayne. Yet this scumbag gave her some inspiration.
A scumbag is adept at such nasty things, let him pull some similar tricks on Ivana Monroe too.
If Leon doesn’t like her, then Ivana can forget about marrying into the Kane family and getting Leon.
Even if Ian was temporarily beguiled by Ivana, so what? She didn’t believe that Leon and Ian would accept a wife and mother whose scandalous photos were online for everyone to see.
The family of four had lunch at Old Mr. Quill’s house and were invited to stay for dinner before going back.
Old Mr. Quill did not invite anyone for his birthday, preferring solitude, disliking worldly bustle. Those who came to flatter him either wanted his paintings or intended to make him take their children as apprentices, always with ulterior motives.
Leon was the apprentice he regarded highly, powerful and influential in Ravenswood yet conscientious. Every year, he would personally visit to celebrate his birthday, having such an apprentice as Leon was a blessing in his lifetime.
This time, Leon even brought him a surprise, two little treasures.
Ivana Monroe was a surprise.
Old Mr. Quill spent the afternoon grinding ink and painting on rice paper, attempting to attract Timmy’s interest.
Old Mr. Quill didn’t expect that after he finished painting the ink lotus and handed the brush to Timmy, Timmy managed to draw an ink lotus almost identical to his on a separate piece of rice paper.
Old Mr. Quill was amazed, "Timmy, have you learned ink wash painting before?"
Timmy Monroe blinked, his innocent voice answering, "I just learned from Grand Master!"
Old Mr. Quill was amused by Timmy’s words, thinking the child was trying to please him, yet asked again, getting a negative answer, he looked inquiringly at Ivana, who also smiled and shook her head.
Seeing Old Mr. Quill’s expression as if he couldn’t believe it, Ivana proudly said, "Timmy is very smart, he masters things in one go."
Old Mr. Quill tried to digest Ivana’s words, after a while, recalling Timmy’s brush strokes and painting motions, which were nearly a replica of his own, he suddenly understood a little.