Chapter 3 Hide Her True Feelings

"This deal is actually worth it."

Seven years ago, Braydon's mother told her the same thing.

His mother used three million dollars to force her into leaving Braydon.

Right now, Braydon said that he wanted to buy her kidney with a hundred million.

Joyce's heart ached so much that she was so close to fainting. In the eyes of the Huo family, her life was just worth a mere sum of money.

"Why are you hesitating? You won't get a better deal than this." Once more, she felt as if she was slapped right in the face. However, the more pain she felt, the brighter her smile grew. This was the only way she could drown the agony that she was experiencing.

She then looked at him and said in an alluring voice, "But what should I do? As much as I want to help you, I'm not interested in this kind of business. After all, I cherish my life."

Moreover, she did not feel the need to sacrifice her own life just so Braydon could be happy in someone else's arms. Who in their right mind would? Hence, no matter how much he offered, she would not be interested at all.

Although they hadn't seen or spoken in the past seven years, she had actually been carefully observing him in the distance.

Therefore, she already knew that his girlfriend was suffering from kidney failure and that she was in urgent need of a replacement.

But because the girl had an Rh-negative blood type, it had been pretty difficult to find a kidney donor.

Fortunately, Braydon knew someone who also had an Rh-negative blood type that could be a suitable donor. It was no other than the woman facing him—Joyce.

It was such a bittersweet moment for Joyce to see that for the sake of Braydon's true love, he had appeared in front of her again, despite the fact that he had explicitly declared back then that he didn't want to see her ever again.

Joyce's tone sounded more like banter, which instantly made Braydon's face darken. "Miss Lu, did anyone tell you that your greedy face is so ugly? I can't even look at it right now. Is the land worth one hundred million still not enough for you? Then, what else do you want? Tell me! I will give you anything until you're satisfied!"

It was such a heartbreaking scene. The man that she had loved for nine years wanted to buy her life for the sake of another woman.

Joyce was at a total loss. She did not know whether to laugh or cry because it was all so ridiculous.

"Fine. I know what you mean, Mr. Huo. You love your girlfriend so much that you want to save her. Are you really willing to do anything for her?"

"Yes, of course! Anything!" Braydon answered without a shred of hesitation.

At the same time, his straightforward response was like a sharp knife that stabbed into Joyce's heart, and as though that wasn't enough, he stirred it so hard before he quickly pulled it out.

Ironically, this wasn't what hurt her the most. Even though she knew that Braydon didn't have any hint of love left for her anymore, she still loved him so deeply. In fact, she even thought of using this opportunity to get him back.

At the back of her mind, she hated herself for thinking like this.

She then touched the corner of her eye to wipe the drop of tear away. The delicate makeup made her eyes look even brighter while she shoved her anguish aside.

Slowly, she opened her red lips and said in an enchanting voice, "I want to bear your name. Marry me, Mr. Huo. Then, I will consider your request."

Braydon's eyes blazed in fury while his voice came out as cold as ice. "Miss Lu, I am serious about making this deal with you. Don't you dare seduce me the same way you did with other men. You disgust me."

Without mincing his words, he conveyed his repugnance towards her.

Although she still managed to force a smile, Joyce could not help but tremble as she took in all the mean words that were thrown against her.

She tried her best not to back down and raised her chin to provoke him further. "So, is that your final answer, Mr. Huo?"

"I haven't forgotten what I told you seven years ago. I have no intention of marrying a whore who does nothing but sleep with countless men."

He then looked straight into her eyes, raised an eyebrow, and uttered with disdain, "You are a filthy woman."

It was actually the middle of summer, and the weather was supposed to be sultry. However, Joyce felt like she was in a barren land where it was winter all year long. Every bone in her body ached because of the cold words spewed on her face.

Then, as she stared back at his apathetic yet captivating face, she mustered all her strength and said, "I see. Then, why are you here for a kidney of a filthy woman like me?"