Chapter 349

Aaron and his crew weren’t the least bit afraid of Sienna calling the cops. After all, she was the one who had paid them off in the first place. If the truth got out, it wouldn’t do her any favors either. Besides, they had been dancing on the edge of a knife for years—law enforcement didn’t scare them.

Their plan was simple: sell the hair and blood to Cain, then get the hell out of Caluwa. From there, they’d head to the border, pay their way into another country, and disappear. With the money they’d make, they could live comfortably off the grid for a long time. And when the cash ran out? Well, there was always the video to blackmail Sienna for more.

Just to be safe, they followed Phoebe’s advice and transferred all the money into an untraceable offshore account. Then, they made their way to the hospital.

Cain was in agony, unable to sleep. Ever since his streak of bad luck began, he’d been trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. His left cheek was still swollen—not from an injury this time, but from an infected wisdom tooth.

To make matters worse, Elliot had left for Solara City that morning for work, and Gu Yeyu had gone back to the hotel to rest, leaving only the hired nurse to watch over him.

A sudden knock on the door startled the nurse. When he opened it, he was met with three menacing figures looming in the doorway.

“What do you want!” the nurse asked, clearly intimidated.

“We’re here for Cain,” Aaron said smoothly, dropping Cain’s name like a VIP pass. The nurse hesitated but eventually stepped aside to let them in.

Cain looked up and recognized them immediately, though he was perplexed. “What do you want with me!”

Aaron smirked. “We’ve got something important to tell you. But first, send the nurse out.”

Cain wasn’t scared of them, just curious. With a nod, he dismissed the nurse. “Alright, talk.”

Aaron stepped closer, still smirking. “All this misery you’ve been going through—it’s all because of Sienna. I bet you hate her guts by now.”

Cain’s hatred for Sienna had been festering for days, fueled by relentless pain and misfortune. Once, she was the little sister he doted on. Now, she was the person he loathed the most. His eyes darkened. “Get to the point.”

Aaron didn’t waste time. “Word is, you need Sienna’s hair and blood. Lucky for you, we brought both. And we’re willing to sell.”

Cain froze. “When did I ever say I needed her hair and blood?”

Chapter 319

Aaron parroted what Phoebe had told him. “Aren’t you trying to get back at her! This should come in handy now!” He had no clue how hair and blood could be used to retaliate, nor did he understand why both Cain and Sienna were so obsessed with it. But rich people had their eccentricities, and this pair of siblings seemed to have their own brand of crazy.

Cain’s mind clicked. If he wanted to strike back at Sienna, using her own blood and hair might be even more effective. Any last traces of hesitation or sentimentality vanished. He no longer cared what would happen to her afterward. His gaze sharpened. “How do you even know about this?”

Aaron’s expression turned hard. “Not your concern; just say whether you want it or not.”

Cain eyed them warily. “How do I know it’s really hers?”

Aaron was prepared for this. If their positions were reversed, he wouldn’t trust it either. He pulled out his phone and played a video—footage of them collecting Sienna’s hair and blood.

Cain’s expression twisted. “What did you do to her?”

In the video, Sienna’s eyes were shut, her face eerily still.

Aaron chuckled. “Relax. She was just exhausted and fell asleep.”

Cain frowned. “Exhausted?”

Aaron tapped his screen again, playing a different clip—a snippet from later, where Sienna was very much awake and…cooperating.

Cain watched, his eyes widening in shock. Disbelief morphed into disgust. The Sienna who always pretended to be so pure, so untouchable—this was who she really was? He felt physically ill. What had they been pampering all these years? Some kind of fraud?

“Fine, I’ll buy it.” He exhaled sharply. “How much?”

Aaron named the price without hesitation. “Two million dollars.”

Cain let out a sharp laugh. “What do I look like, an idiot! I’m not paying two million for this.”

Aaron blinked. He wasn’t bluffing—Cain genuinely wasn’t interested at that price.

Feigning indifference, Aaron shrugged and turned to leave. “Suit yourself.”

They reached the door. Cain didn’t call them back.

Aaron finally caved. “Alright, what’s your offer?”

The reality was, no one else in the world would buy this except Cain. Hell, they couldn’t even give it away for free.

After some back-and-forth haggling, Cain paid 130,000 dollars for the hair and blood—far lower than what they wanted, but better than nothing.

As Aaron pocketed the money, he sneered. “Damn, you’re stingy. Sienna was way more generous than you.”

Cain’s head snapped up. His expression darkened. “What the hell do you mean by that?”