Chapter 4: Ugly Bloodline
"Boss, we received the money." The underling of the man came and whispered in his ear.
The man's grin widened. He tapped Lunara's cheek lightly, his expression smug. "You seemed to be lucky." Standing up, he surveyed the room. "Let's go."
When they finally left, Lunara exhaled a long, shaky sigh. Her chest heaved as panic still lingered in her veins. "Mom..." she murmured, trembling as fresh tears began to gather in her eyes.
But outside, the leader of the thugs made a phone call. "Mr. Grantham... I finally understand why you insist on getting her," he said, a smug smile creeping across his face.
"What do you mean?" Eryx replied, sounding puzzled.
"That girl, she's fucking beautiful. If she's not yours, I'm sure selling her would make me hit a jackpot." The man's words hung in the air, and the conversation fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Eryx frowned, his voice colder than before. "Fucking beautiful?" He repeated the phrase, He didn't understand. The girl didn't look anything like that.
He remembered their short meeting. She had put on a lot of makeup, bold one, but it didn't change the fact that she looked boyish. There was nothing special about her appearance. If he was being honest, he didn't care about how she looked.
The reason he chose her was simple. At that moment, she seemed like the best choice. The marriage, the money and everything just made sense with her.