It's a week before the wedding of Zayn and Carla.
In order to force Derila to show herself, Daemon locked all her assets and
jewellery in the safe in his office, waiting for her to throw herself into the net.
With several eagles in tow, Derila stormed into the president's office in a fierce
manner.
Daemon was sitting in a cocky pose on a black leather chair, twirling the pen in his
hand, narrowing his eyes and staring coldly at her.
"Lierger ba_tard…" Derila was about to speak when suddenly, a familiar voice
appeared on the stereo-
"I, Derila, swear to the heavens that I will repay Lierger ba_tard for saving my life
in the future, and if I have nothing to repay, I will give my body to him, and if I regret, let
me be struck by thunder and lightning and be damned to death!!!"
As soon as these words were finished, a sudden burst of loud thunder struck down
outside, frightening Derila with a shiver and immediately wimped out.
"D__n woman, remember? This is the oath you made yourself!" Daemon stood up and
slowly approached her, "If you don't remember, let me remind you."
Derila remembered when she was forced to swear by Daemon on the mountain,
and remembered half a year ago, when she sent the children to his company and then
ran away.
But none of that mattered, what mattered was that she had to get her money back now!
"Daemon, cut the crap and give me back my money." Derila swept the office and
quickly dropped her gaze to the safe not far away, which still had a photo attached to it.
In the photo, Daemon cocked his head with a cold face, while Derila, wearing a red
wig, came up to him.
The two people's lips were pressed together, yet they didn't look like they were kissing.
The two accidentally touched and were inadvertently photographed, both with
somewhat dismayed expressions, but this had been the only picture of them being
intimate.
Derila couldn't remember when this was secretly taken, but seeing the two of them
being intimate reminded her of all the good old days again.
There was a moment of hesitation in her heart, debating whether to stay or not.
But soon, she was firm again inside, she couldn't forget the torture she had gone
through, the death of her auntie Layla and uncle Lincoln.
This place, this life, had already cast a shadow on her heart.
She didn't want to repeat the same mistakes.
"Fine, if you have the guts, go get it yourself."
Daemon sat on the sofa, elegantly sipping his tea, seemingly unperturbed.
He wanted to see how she could open the safe and take her money, and how she was
going to take the stuff away from here.
She was so furious that she turned her head and shouted at Daemon: "Ba_tard, open it
for me."
Daemon ignored her and continued to sip his tea, as if he hadn't heard her voice at all.
"Daemon ……" Derila pointed the gun directly at him, "I told you to open it, did you
hear me?"
These two years of experience had made her more and more open and irascible, and
now her temper was even windier than before, and of course, she was also more
powerful than before.
"Shoot if you have the guts." Daemon wasn't afraid in the slightest and didn't even look
at her.
"You ……" Derila shouted angrily through gritted teeth, "You think I won't do
anything to kill you? Your dog's life was saved by me, I can save you or I can kill you!!!"
"Shoot!" Daemon looked at her with raised eyebrows, "I'll see what you have to say to
the children."
"You ……" Derila was speechless, yes, this son of a b_tch, after half a year of living
together, had gradually won the children's affirmation, although not as affectionate as
Zayn, but the children were also calling "Daddy Daddy" every day.
She really couldn't kill him, or else the children would hate her.
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