“Angel, you’re joking with me, right?”
The wind tousled the hair of the two on the rooftop. Sam didn’t take her words seriously, knowing that despite Angel’s prominent status, she couldn’t just treat human lives so callously.
But Angel looked straight at Sam.
“If you cooperate with me, comply with my requests, I wouldn’t mind actually doing it. It’s just that the process might be a bit troublesome, after all, they are lives, and their sudden disappearance would be somewhat problematic to handle.”
Sam’s eyes widened slightly.
“You’re serious?”
Angel revealed a cool, detached smile.
“As I said, you need to cooperate and comply. That’s the precondition.”
Sam shook his head.
“I’m not interested in your precondition. What I’m more concerned about is how I got involved in all this in the first place.”
This was Sam’s way of probing whether Angel knew some insider information, especially since Asher had revealed the mastermind behind everything under duress.
Calmly, Angel uttered a name: “Brody Weber.”
So, she did know.
Sam frowned.
“I don’t know this person. Why would he target me?”
Angel stood before Sam, the wind lifting her long hair, revealing her elegant neck.
Her delicate skin shimmered with an alluring light, and a faint, pleasant scent emanated from her.
Angel displayed an indifferent attitude.
“Well, let’s see, I know him. As the second son of the Weber family, my family has some business dealings and social interactions with the Webers.
He’s not incompetent, and I’ve known him since we were children. He often tries to come over to my house to woo me, but I find it quite annoying.”
“Why the dislike? It seems you two would be a good match, both from influential families,” Sam asked.
Angel couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with undisguised contempt.
“I have no interest in someone like him. Arrogant and conceited, young but already mimicking the business dealings of his family, thinking he’s some clever strategist with deep schemes. He tries to appear mature, but in reality, he’s frighteningly childish.
He’s even hinted to many that I’ll be his future wife… Ridiculous. He probably thinks my lack of interaction with other men is because of him, not realizing I don’t like being around him either.”
You’re pretty arrogant yourself, aren’t you?
Of course, Sam only thought this sarcastically and didn’t say it out loud.
But now he understood the relationship between Brody and Angel. It wasn’t deep, yet there were significant ties between their families.
Angel clearly despised Brody, yet Brody seemed to consider Angel his future wife.
Sam felt somewhat wronged: “So, because you never interact with other guys, and I just happened to talk to you in the cafeteria, Brody targeted me?”
A student body president with such a narrow mind didn’t seem very mature.
Although Sam didn’t like to underestimate his ‘enemies’ as it might cloud his judgment.
His status was far from Brody’s, but why see himself as a rival, just because he was handsome?
Angel nodded and then said with a hint of helplessness, “That’s the kind of person he is. He may seem like a popular student body council who can command attention, but in reality, he’s narrow-minded and immature.”
Sam spread his hands, smiling, “You’re right in your analysis, but I’m innocent, and because of you, I’ve attracted quite a bit of trouble.”
Angel slightly tilted her head to look at Sam.
“If you’re worried, I can take care of this problem. Regardless of his background or what tricks he has, he’s still too weak in front of my family. I have the status and power to do so.”
“Is that so, then why didn’t you solve it earlier?” Sam asked.
“If there’s no special circumstance, maintaining a distance is enough. After all, the relationship between our families is there, and I don’t want to be too capricious.
He might have dark thoughts, but he has some self-awareness and hasn’t given me a reason to punish him. But… you could be that reason.”
Sam didn’t rush to show his stance but asked, “I could be the reason?”
Angel tilted her head back slightly, looking like a predator who had trapped her prey.
“Of course, becoming my boyfriend, and then him trying to bully my boyfriend, isn’t that a good reason?”
It sounded noble, almost like a transaction.
Seemingly careful not to burden Sam further, Angel’s actual desires were much more than this.
In her eyes, what was Brody? Merely a tool, his affluent background unable to mask his wretched soul.
But Sam was a rare ‘toy’.
Clear, intriguing, and charismatic. Different from any man she had encountered.
The hardest-to-get things often inspire the deepest obsessions.
“So it is…” Sam seemed deep in thought.
Angel narrowed her eyes, her voice low and tempting.
“Of course, this would be just a superficial relationship. In exchange, I can help you handle any pressure Brody might impose on you. All you need to do is cooperate with me in my sculpting, like last time.
A fair trade, and in others’ eyes, you’ll be my boyfriend. You know what that reputation means, right?”
Angel thought Sam had no reason to refuse.
Even if it’s just for show, being known as Angel’s boyfriend would satisfy any man’s vanity.
Her beauty and background were exceptional.
Everyone who saw Sam would be filled with envy and jealousy. Moreover, if Sam pleased her, she might occasionally reward him. He might even fantasize about it.
Like a fake relationship turning real, or a pretend boyfriend becoming an official one…
Of course, this was actually Angel’s fantasy, as she anticipating the unknown twists a fun game might bring.
“It seems I have no reason to refuse.”
“But I refuse.”
The two statements left Angel momentarily stunned.
Quickly, her brows furrowed, clearly displeased as she looked at the smiling Sam in the wind.
Angel shook her head.
“I don’t think that’s a smart decision. Don’t think by always trying to defy me, to play hard to get, you can keep my interest. It will backfire.”
Sam smiled at her.
“Hmm… You are indeed an outstanding girl, probably shining since childhood. You’re like a dazzling sun, with all the affection and praise revolving around you. If that’s the case, then I must be the comet deviating from its orbit. Even the most perfect beings have their flaws.”
Sam’s smile slowly faded.
“If out of a thousand people, nine hundred and ninety-nine adore you, then I must be the one who doesn’t.”
Angel’s thumb pressed hard against her forefinger, a sign those familiar with her knew meant anger was brewing.
But she didn’t rush into a rage, instead lowering her voice, her eyes deepening.
“Why?”
Sam shook his head.
“I don’t dislike you, but I’m just a normal person. I’m very aware of the gap in status between us, so I don’t harbor any illusions, nor do I wish for any deeper interaction.
And about being a superficial boyfriend and girlfriend… Frankly, that kind of deal lacks sincerity. Most of the time, I’d just be used as your shield, right? Sorry, but I don’t want to be anyone’s tool.”
Angel quickly interjected.
“But I can help you deal with Brody.”
Sam looked at Angel with a peculiar gaze. “If I just do as Brody says and stay away from you, wouldn’t that achieve the same goal? And I wouldn’t have to sell my soul.”
“Pfft… How much is your soul worth?” Angel couldn’t help but scoff mockingly.
Sam didn’t get angry; instead, he looked somewhat lonely towards the distant horizon.
“As a man confident about his future, I should possess a proud soul, shouldn’t I?”
How annoying, trying to act cool in front of me?
Angel took a deep breath and then said, “Think about it, being my boyfriend in name would be a great honor for you.”
But Sam just shook his head: “Wouldn’t that affect the normal campus romance I should be experiencing? I want to enjoy a genuine, sweet love.”
Angel couldn’t express her current feelings. How to put it… From her childhood, she had always been able to take what she wanted. It seemed like her status had always implied that anything she desired would be hers.
Not to mention the huge advantage of her looks. Often, she didn’t even need to ask; many things would be offered to her just because she glanced at them once.
Never had there been someone like Sam.
Even offering him a nominal boyfriend status… and he could say such things?
Is the world crazy, or does he simply not belong to this world?
Angel took two steps towards Sam.
“I’m not using you as a tool. I just want to complete my sculpture. The male lead model I’ve envisioned is hard to find elsewhere. And it seems you’ve forgotten, I have supernatural powers.”
Seeing that persuasion wasn’t working, she now resorted to intimidation. Since he already knew about her powers, it didn’t matter to speak of them openly.
Sam appeared unexpectedly relaxed, seemingly unfazed by any pressure.
“It doesn’t matter, Angel. If I’m eventually forced to leave Kuhang, it’s okay, my parents will support my decision. They are kind-hearted people.”
What did that statement mean?
Was he implying that she was malicious?
Admittedly, Angel was aware that her personality wasn’t exactly the most pleasant.
Sam seemed not interested in prolonging the conversation. He smiled, slipping his hands back into his pockets.
“Well, I think I’ve made myself clear. Please find someone else for your needs. My life shouldn’t intersect with someone as radiant as you.”
Watching Sam’s retreating figure, Angel seemed to lose her composure for a moment. His rejection was watertight, leaving no room for her to maneuver.
She could have resorted to more forceful methods, like threatening his family or using her powers again, but what would be the point?
She was Angel, and if she couldn’t conquer Sam with her charm, it would be a kind of defeat.
Moreover, Angel felt differently about Sam. Deep down, she didn’t want to be too harsh or excessive with him.
It was like if she wanted to enjoy a game, she had to follow the rules. Cheating or using hacks would only diminish her enthusiasm prematurely. It wasn’t as satisfying as conquering through strength – although her background was also part of her strength.
But why should she expend so much effort and resources on Sam? She just wouldn’t accept it.
So, Angel tried once more to persuade him.
“Sam, what would it take for you to agree to my request?”
“Sorry, there’s no need.”
“Don’t give me that. You think my offer lacks sincerity. So, tell me, what’s your counterproposal?”
Sam turned around, smiling at Angel.
“Anything is possible?”
“Yes, as long as you dare to propose it.”
Sam was smiling, but inwardly he was exultant.
