Chapter 120


    Cayden heard his son murmuring about a whole bunch of things, including the contraceptives.


    He took the box from his son and stared at the small box as his thoughts drifted to the way Avery had


    stabbed his arm yesterday.


    He had touched her, but it was out of spite and revenge. In the end, though, he had softened and didn''t


    end up going all the way. He stayed outside of her.


    In the meantime, Zachary and Rory had already dressed up with their shoes on. They were already


    waiting to go and eat breakfast with their dad.


    Xavier was already waiting for them downstairs with the Bentley parked behind him.


    Since his boss'' arm was injured, it was only natural for Xavier to be at his every beck and call.


    Even though Cayden''s arm was injured, he still made sure to carry his daughter out. Xavier opened the


    car door so that Cayden could buckle Rory into her seat.


    Xavier realized that someone was tailing them almost right after they left.


    “Let''s talk at the restaurant,” Cayden said as he tapped away at hisptop. He was using the time they


    travel to the restaurant to finish up the work he had left undone yesterday.


    Xavier obeyed and just left their stalker be.


    They finally reached the twins'' favorite restaurant.


    Cayden got down from the car with Zachary holding his hand and Rory in the other arm. The boss of


    the oatmeal restaurant recognized the three of them and opened the door with a smile.


    Xavier parked the car and walked toward the back alley.


    There was a white car parked about fifty feet away. The driver was busy ying on his phone while a


    woman dressed in revealing clothing was rapidly taking photos of the restaurant with a professional


    camera.


    Xavier bent down and knocked on the car window. “What are you doing there?”


    The reporter and driver both jumped at the sound. They had both been so engrossed in Cayden and


    his kids that they had forgotten to take anyone else into ount.


    “Get off right now or you''ll both get to see the inside of a police station today,” Xavier said, his face


    calm but threatening.


    Both of them got out of the car.


    The driver wasn''t really involved in this as he was simply a regr driver who worked for the magazine


    company. However, he had drove many reporters around and they were colleagues and some of them


    could even be seen as friends.


    “Calm down. Let''s not re at a woman like that, huh?” The driver approached Xavier with a smile,


    trying to make the atmosphere less tense.


    It was never easy to deal with getting caught in the act as paparazzi.


    When it came to these rich tycoons, it wasn''t unheard of for them to just toss and break the camera.


    Some of the more short-tempered ones would even begin hitting and pping the reporters. None of


    those were out of the ordinary.


    “Where are you from?” Xavier asked.


    “We''re a newpany. You''ve probably never heard of us before. Actually, I did mention that I would


    be taking pictures of Mr. Moore today.”


    Xavier frowned. Mention? To whom?


    The reporter took her phone out and ced a call.


    “Dn, I''m already here taking pictures of your cousin, but a guy who says he''s your cousin''s assistant


    just- okay. Got it, I''ll pass him the phone,” she said and proceeded to pass the phone to Xavier.


    He picked it up and held it to his ear.


    Dn''s voice was pretty hoarse and he sounded like he had just woken up. “Hi, there. I''m Dn,


    Cayden''s biological cousin. Don''t give the reporter a hard time. I''ll call Cayden myself and let him know


    about itter. This is none of your business. Goodbye.”


    Dn hung up and tossed the phone onto the headboard.


    The ttering noise it made managed to wake the woman next to him.


    Mna groaned lightly as she slowly woke up.


    Her entire body was sore and the first thing she saw was a stranger walking toward the bathroom. Only


    then did she recall what had happenedst night.


    Zayne had called herst night. “Mna, I''m drunk and can''t drive. I couldn''t find any taxis either. Could


    you drop by?”


    She wasn''t willing toe pick him up, but when she heard women''s voices around him, she


    immediately got up and left.


    If she didn''t go, another woman might make use of the window of opportunity.


    Zayne had finally be her fiancé. Her mother would be getting the demolition payment from


    Livingsfill in just another month, and Mna would finally be getting her marriage certificate with Zayne


    then. After that, they would get married.


    However, when she arrived at the entertainment establishment, she hadn''t even caught a glimpse of


    Zayne when someone else had mistaken her for an escort and brought her into a booth. She had


    somehow gotten to know a whole bunch of important celebrities.


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    Mna finally admitted that out of all the people there, Zayne was just a barely qualifiedmoner.


    Out of all the rich men that she had met yesterday, she had ended up sleeping with this one.


    Pregnant with Zayne''s child, she had even forced Isabe to buy a house for her and her unborn child.


    She had also agreed to get married to Zayne, so Mna knew that she wasn''t supposed to do such an


    immoral thing, but she simply couldn''t resist the temptation.


    She had always dreamed about being a rich man''s wife, enjoying all of the wealth and status that came


    with it.


    She had done her best to scout an ideal suitor while she was overseas, but in the end, she had not


    been sessful. Finally, she had settled on returning to the country to steal Avery''s boyfriend.


    Zayne was still considered pretty well-off and he could also afford a car and a house.


    Marrying him was better than getting married to some poor loser.


    Mna sat up and got off the bed, still barefooted. She spotted a pair of men''s tuxedo bottoms and


    picked them up off the floor before picking up the jacket as well. Just as she was preparing to hang it


    up, she spotted some name cards in the suit pocket.


    She took it out and looked at the name on it: Dn Musk.


    Hispany and phone number had been written down clearly in a neat font.


    She took one out and put it into her bag sneakily.


    She heard the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom and crept back into bed. When the man


    in the bathroom emerged, she acted as if she had just woken up and turned aroundnguidly,


    purposely exposing part of her chest.


    “I know you''re awake,” he said, seeing through her act immediately.


    When she finally got up with a bright red face, the man approached her and turned her around. He


    pped her on the waist.


    Mna frowned in pain.


    “Are you purposely seducing me?” Dn asked inly, without an ounce of emotion. He pulled her


    over roughly, not even thinking of being gentle with her.


    “No... That hurts,” Mna whined. She waspletely willing to give it to him, but it would be better if


    he were more gentle about it.


    Dn was so rough that it felt like he was killing her every time he made a move. After barely a few


    minutes, she had already broken out in a sweat and her fingers were clutching at the sheets so hard it


    felt like her nails were about to break.


    Her body was aching everywhere.


    She was finally beginning to feelfortable after a long time, but he let go of her legs the moment she


    was beginning to get used to it. “What a killjoy,” he said before turning to leave.


    Mna was worried that she had done something to make him ufortable, but the moment she sat


    up and tried to call him, she spotted the pool of blood she was sitting in.


    Almost immediately after, her stomach started cramping up immensely.