Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Simon narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Samantha, trying to see whether she was telling the truth or merely bluffing!

Samantha allowed him to scrutinize her and give him a clear view of just how calm and confident she was.

About half a minute later, Simon’s heart was inevitably a little shaken after realizing that there her expression was giving nothing away.

He would not have been afraid if Samantha had only brought over a dozen men with him that day. After all, they were on his turf—the Larssons’ residence. It would not be that easy for Samantha to safely bring away the sickly Corey!

However, if she was telling the truth about winning her rich husband’s favor and securing his backing, then Simon would not dare to lay a finger on her.

The rich man’s identity was very mysterious and he had previously hired people to investigate. Strangely enough, he was unable to find any information, and the people he sent to investigate eventually disappeared as well.

He could not help himself from recalling some of the rumors he heard about that man, who was said to possess a weird temper, a perverse mentality, and extremely ruthless methods. Since the man also had a physical impairment, he also liked breaking other people’s limbs… In short, the man was an extremely fearsome person.

That unknown fear sent a chill down Simon’s spine.

Samantha continued to pay attention to Simon and saw every emotion on his face. Upon seeing his hesitation, she spoke up once more in an even sweeter voice. “One more minute left, Dad.”

In Simon’s ears, her words were a spell that was pushing him toward death.

There was still some reluctance on his part to give up his cash cow Corey, hence his teeth-gritting and hesitation.

Samantha refused to give him any chance of struggling and continued, “Thirty seconds left.”

“Ten seconds.

“Nine, eight, seven…”

Cold beads of sweat fell continuously from Simon’s forehead.

Samantha stared at him, took her cell phone out of her bag, then waved it in front of Simon while counting down, “Three, two…”

“I’ll sign it!” Simon blurted out. He could not keep it up anymore.

Although he was reluctant to part ways with his cash cow, he was even more reluctant to lose his life. After all, the dead would never be able to spend all that money!

Samantha had an imperceptible smile on her face.

Simon picked up the pen and trembled slightly as he signed his name on the document.

After Samantha confirmed that there were no issues, she put away the documents, walked to Corey’s side, and held his arm. “Let’s go, Corey.”

Corey glanced unconsciously at Simon and Cynthia, only to see them rushing to the one million dollars inside the leather suitcase. They did not even look at him.

Samantha held Corey’s hand firmly and said, “Come on.”

Her hands were the same as his, cold and lacking temperature. For Corey however, they were the warmest hands in the world.

Corey looked back at Samantha and nodded vigorously. “Yeah, let’s leave.”

The two of them raised their feet and walked toward the door without looking back.

The ten or so burly men faced off with Simon’s bodyguards while retreating behind Samantha and Corey.

As soon as she walked out of the Larsson residence, Samantha took Corey into the waiting car at the door. She quickly told the driver, “Hurry up and drive!”

The driver reacted by slamming on the accelerator and speeding off.

Samantha could not help but let out a drawn-out sigh of relief and lean softly against the chair.

Corey could not help but feel a little confused when he saw that. “Sammy, why do I feel…like you’re a little scared? Your husband is protecting us. Dad—”

He did not want to address them as ‘Mom and Dad’ anymore. For a long pause, they continued, “They’re afraid of him. They won’t dare to do anything to us anymore.”

Samantha looked at Corey from the corner of her eyes and sighed to herself.

There was no ‘protective husband’. She only said that just to frighten Simon and Cynthia.

As for the ten or so burly men, she went to a securities company and paid for them to show up.

Had she not bluffed her parents earlier, she might still be able to take Corey out with a little added effort, but she would not be able to release him from their custody.

Just thinking about it made her feel that it was hilarious.

Her false status was the result of Timothy wanting to humiliate her, but it surprisingly came in handy to solve her problems.

She could not help but curl her lips self-deprecatingly.

However, she has always played the role of an affectionate married couple in front of Corey, so at that moment, she could only continue with her white lie. “I was just thinking that it’s safer to be careful… People can do unimaginable things when they’re under pressure. What if they aren’t willing to let us go and decide to capture us again?”

“You’re right.” Corey believed Samantha very much and would never doubt what she said.

The car drove farther away and Larsson residence was completely out of sight. Corey opened his mouth all of a sudden and spoke in an extremely low, husky voice. “We don’t have a home anymore.”

Samantha felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

Although she and Corey came out victorious in the battle, she found no pleasure in winning if Corey was not happy.

Corey and Samantha no longer had a home…

…

A black car parked in front of the Larsson residence.

Inside the car was Jonathan, who watched as the car carrying Samantha and Corey left. A playful smile appeared on his face and he looked at the man sitting on the other end of the back seat. He then said, “You hurried all the way without even showing your face and planted my people among the bodyguards Samantha paid to protect her. Come on, Tim! Do you care about Samantha or do you not?”

Timothy’s handsome expression was unfathomable and he did not respond.

Just as Jonathan thought that Timothy was going to be silent until forever, the man finally spoke up, but without answering the question. “What do you think Samantha would do if she knows that I can’t bear to part with her?”

Jonathan charmingly lit a cigarette and said in a sharp, cold tone, “That reluctance will once again become a knife in Samantha’s hands. Who knows if she will one day use that knife to stab you in the back like two years ago?”

Two years ago…

Timothy’s hand clenched little by little. The blue veins on the back of his hand popped up slightly, “What would you do if you were me?”

Jonathan inhaled and blew out a puff of smoke. His voice became colder, “Get rid of her. You shouldn’t have let her off the hook two years ago.”

He lowered the car window, flicked off some ash, then added without haste. “If you can’t bring yourself to do it, I can do it for you. I guarantee it’ll be clean and there will no longer be any trouble again.”

Timothy laughed.

Jonathan frowned. “What are you laughing at?”

“Why don’t I see you getting rid of Rochelle?” Timothy’s tone was faint, but every word was like a stab to Jonathan’s heart. “Rochelle isn’t any better than Samantha. After all, she killed a child of yours. She’s a ruthless woman who intends to let you die childless.”

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Jonathan’s ever-indifferent expression.

Timothy looked out of the car window.

They were only able to make fun of each other because they were both in the same predicament.

…

Corey was likely triggered by everything that happened, because when he returned to the hospital, he suffered a sudden heart attack and was urgently pushed into the operating room.

Five minutes later, the doctor walked out and said in a deep voice, “Ms. Larsson, this is a notice of a medical crisis. Your signature is required..”