Chapter 3 The Blood Stain

Morning came. The sun slowly peeked from behind the YM Mountain and then flashed its full glory from the peak.

"Hello, Mrs. Tuoba." The clicking of high-heeled shoes resounded on the floor, and a servant attentively pushed the door open.

After entering the room, Cynthia, Damon's mother, stretched up to her full height. Her sharp eyes raked across the tiny room critically as she stood with her arms akimbo.

Sheryl didn't dare to ignore her. She stood up and addressed the older woman, "Mrs. Tuoba."

"What a good girl!" Cynthia suddenly realized something and then flashed Sheryl a meaningful glance.

Earlier, a servant told Cynthia an interesting tidbit—there was a suspicious blood stain on Damon's bed sheet.

Why was there blood? What went wrong?

Or, perhaps, did Sheryl leave that ridiculous trace on purpose in order to arouse Damon's pity?

Cynthia sneered.

"You are a beautiful young woman. There must be a lot of men chasing you, right?" The imposing woman walked forward and stood in front of Sheryl. After levelling her a contemplative gaze that swept her from head to foot, Cynthia raised a hand to draw her chin up.

Then, the ring that Cynthia was wearing around her thumb dug sharply into Sheryl's face even as the pleasant smile remained on her face.

With a frown of pain on her forehead, Sheryl repeated, "Good morning, Mrs. Tuoba."

As if on cue, last night's events replayed like a movie in her mind.

When she came here, she already knew what sufferings lay in wait for her.

"What a scheming woman! Never forget that you are just a tool. Don't expect him to care about you! Do you understand?" Cynthia patted her shoulder on purpose.

Sheryl recognized the warning in the other woman's tone and nodded.

"Good." Cynthia turned around to leave.

At that moment, a servant reminded her, "Mrs. Tuoba, your son is back, but..."

"What now?" At the thought of Damon came out to fool around with women early in the morning, Cynthia glared at Sheryl, complaining that she hadn't been able to keep him around.

Before the servant could say anything, Cynthia took a few steps forward and sent the glass windows flying open.

A harsh car horn blared.

People in the room looked out of the windows curiously.

Sheryl was no exception to the curious throng. She saw a red sports car parking beside the swimming pool. In the car, a handsome young man held a goblet in one hand and a fashion model of mixed race in the other. The couple had their heads bent close together, and they looked like they were just returning from a party.

Then, someone respectfully stepped forward and opened the door.

"Damon, your house is so big and beautiful! All of these belong to you, right?" the woman asked in a syrupy sweet voice.

With an arrogant leer curling his seductive lips, Damon replied, "Everything." The fact was, the Tuoba family's business conglomerate was shared by other relatives.

"You're so bossy. I find men with that kind of personality hot." With her eyebrows raised, making her eyes look wide and innocent, Lily, the model, leaned her upper half against Damon's arm. Noticing people eyeing them from the garret, she asked slyly, "No one will disturb us here, right?"

"I don't know." He quickly took off his sunglasses and turned around.

At that moment, Sheryl was stunned by a look at the man's entire face. He was fascinatingly handsome.

People had trouble peeling their eyes off him because of his elegant, charming countenance.

Besides, from this distance it looked like he was laughing.

"Someone will drive you back." After a short while, he withdrew his gaze. With a smile, he loosened his collar and walked towards the living room alone.

"Damon!" With an irritated huff, Lily threw up her hands and sarcastically addressed his back, "You're letting me go like this? I came here in your car. Why don't you give me a tour or invite me to breakfast? You took me here and then asked me to leave in this humiliating manner!"

Damon stopped in his tracks and responded in a casual tone, "You're feeling embarrassed, aren't you? Didn't you make a bet with those people to get me before?"

Although his tone was relaxed, there was a flash of displeasure in his black eyes. He was neither a puppet nor a toy that woman competed for.

"You..." Lily was stunned into silence. She didn't think Damon knew about it, including the fact that all high-born ladies were betting on landing him, the mysterious Tuoba heir.

All because no one had ever controlled him.

All because every woman wanted to date him.

All because his name, Damon Tuoba, means high status, thus attracting every woman.