Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1122: He Walked Toward Her

However, Cain Shaw’s face showed no emotion as he asked calmly, "What?"

Dianna Hollis curled her red lips, "Cain, it’s been three years since we last met... have you become so spineless? Don’t you understand what I’m saying?"

"What goes on between Yuric Thatcher and me is our own business. What are you rushing over here for? Cain, do you still think about me? After all, last time outside the bar you said you’d rather sleep with me than with your wife, Christina Shaw."

"Now that I’ve been drugged, isn’t this the perfect opportunity for you? What are you pretending for?"

Cold water kept on flowing, soaking Cain’s clothes as he looked at the drenched girl. His eyes darkened completely. Between him and her, it had always been a matter of breaking through the thin barrier of pretense. Once it’s pierced, some things can no longer be controlled.

Cain reached out to grab the back of her head, wanting to kiss her.

But Dianna turned her head fiercely, avoiding him.

Cain paused, "Playing me, huh?"

"No, I just want to see how much of a jerk you can be. It seems you have no sense of guilt towards me at all. You want to turn me into your secret mistress, Cain... you can forget about it!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Your wife should be next door, right? Your son’s already so big. I’m quite curious... you’re not a youngster anymore, at thirty-six, you go from your wife’s bed and want to climb onto your mistress’s bed. Where do you get the energy?"

"Just some friendly advice—don’t overdo it in the bedroom. Otherwise, you’ll go bald and might catch something, Uncle!"

Dianna emphasized the word "Uncle" with a cold and mocking tone.

Cain laughed angrily; he knew she was tough, wild, and fiery, but when did she get so good with words, becoming sharp and eloquent?

At this moment, there was knocking at the door, and Yuric Thatcher’s voice could be heard outside, "Dianna, are you okay? Cain, what are you doing? What have you done to Dianna?"

Yuric held his belly; Cain’s kick had seriously injured him, but his concern for Dianna drove him to keep knocking.

Dianna was drugged, but Cain locked her inside, leaving even a fool able to guess Cain’s motives.

Yuric now felt some regret. He shouldn’t have impulsively sent Cain the video, exposing himself. This way, not only was he and Dianna at a dead end, but he also handed Cain the chance to take advantage.

He had planned all this; he couldn’t let it benefit Cain.

"Cain, do you have no shame? At your age, you could be Dianna’s uncle or even her father, and yet you’re interested in her? You can mess around with other women as you please, but not Dianna. She’s my fiancée; you can’t touch her!" Yuric scolded.

In the shower, Dianna heard Yuric’s voice and began to push Cain, "Go out."

"Are you going to let Yuric in?" Cain frowned, "Yuric is definitely no good. He’s no longer the simple-minded, sunny boy he once was. He’s been pretending all along, just to get revenge on us. If you marry him, he’ll certainly hurt you."

Dianna never intended to let Yuric in. Whether it was Yuric or Cain, she had no intention of touching either.

"Oh, so you’re so concerned about my marriage now, looks like you not only want to be my uncle, but also my father!" Dianna sneered.

"..." Cain’s handsome face sank, and in his deep, ink-like eyes danced a few sinister flames. He grabbed her slim waist and pinched it hard, "Call me Dad if you dare now!"

In terms of intimate matters, Dianna was still very naive, so Cain’s sudden bold remark startled her for a moment. But she quickly recognized his improper intention from his mischievous gaze. She’d heard about some mentally twisted men being particularly keen on having young girls as adopted daughters. Her face flushed bright red.

"Let go of me! Get away!" She struggled fiercely.

Cain realized he had gone too far. He never thought he would become this bad.

He couldn’t stay any longer; another moment and there would surely be trouble. Besides, Christina Shaw was waiting for him to handle matters.

"I’ll go out now. You stay here and take a cold shower. I’ll bring you the antidote later, and I’ll take Yuric away!" Cain turned and left.

...

Christina Shaw exited the resort hotel, clutching her phone as she dialed Mr. Shaw’s number. Soon, the line was connected.

"Hello, Dad, don’t come over. I feel Cain has an issue. Although I don’t know exactly what it is yet, I sense... we’ve all been deceived by him over the years. I’m having a very bad premonition. Quickly notify the boss. I’m coming to find you..."

These years Christina felt she’d never truly gotten Cain. Although she had no evidence, a woman’s innate sharp sixth sense kept adding up, and finally, with Dianna’s appearance, it reached a tipping point—Christina felt there must be something wrong with Cain.

She must return to Starfall City immediately.

But Christina suddenly discovered there was no sound on the other end of the line. Her heart sank; her phone was bugged, and she hadn’t even dialed Mr. Shaw’s number.

Something was wrong!

Something was definitely wrong!

Christina quickly got into her car, pressed the accelerator, and prepared to speed away.

But just seconds later, the screech of brakes sounded, as a vehicle ahead blocked her path.

Through the windshield, she saw it was a military jeep; she was surrounded. The night was deep, and from the darkness ahead emerged a group of figures, clad in camouflage and armed with the latest mechanical weapons. The key was, they had three black stripes painted on their faces.

Three black stripes...

Christina trembled all over—they were... they were Blood Eagle!

Blood Eagle was a special ops unit; their three black facial stripes made them ghostly figures. Over the years, they repeatedly dismantled human trafficking syndicates, organ trafficking networks, drug rings, sweeping through all crime lords, terrifying anyone who heard of them.

No one had seen this Blood Eagle unit; those who had seen them were said to no longer be alive.

And the senior commander of the Blood Eagle unit, Blood Eagle, was a figure whose true appearance was unknown, with legends about him permeating both legal and criminal circles, military and judicial.

Christina realized she fell into a trap; she truly fell into a trap.

At this moment, a tall and muscular figure slowly walked over from the darkness. His steps were sonorous, firm, and composed, each one seeming to tread on the heart. Gradually coming into view was a handsome, well-defined face.

It was... Cain.

With Cain’s appearance, the Blood Eagle unit collectively stood at attention and saluted him.

Cain’s deep, ink-black eyes turned to look at Christina, then he strode towards her.