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Killian was a handsome man, wearing a long brown coat, but his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses had an impenetrable depth and darkness.
He embraced me and said at length:
"My name is Killian, I'm Rachel's fiancé, please forgive me for interrupting today."
Graham's face froze and his chopsticks snapped silently.
The crowd exploded as well.
"The God of Gamblers?"
"Rachel's fiancé is actually the God of Gambling, Killian?"
"Oh my gosh! He's also Clara's brother!"
The corner of Clara's mouth twitched, "The sister-in-law you hurried across the entire Pacific Ocean last week to come back from America to meet wouldn't be Graham's ex!"
Killian buried his head in a bitter smile and glanced at me.
"Precisely."
"Am I a witness to your love triangle? Guilty as charged."
The director doggedly catered, "No interruptions, no interruptions, the God of Gamblers is a rare sight, do you see you want a drink, or?"
"No, I'll take her home to rest first."
"As compensation, I'll pack the venue when the movie is released, I have a cruise ship movie theater, I'll invite some celebrity friends to come and support the show, there will be a party after the show, everyone is welcome to come and play then."
The crowd cheered at that.
Killian smiled and said goodbye to Clara.
"Your sister-in-law and I will head back then."
I clung to his shirt, worried about something.
Graham was too quiet.
The next second, the worry did happen.
Graham slapped the table, stood up, punched Killian, and snatched me out of his arms, growling:
"What are you pretending to do in front of me!"
Not to be outdone, Killian sneered and punched him back.
The two big men fought.
Tables and chairs tipped over around them, spilling drinks and food all over the place.
Killian looked like he was looking for an opportunity to punch him, and punch him extra hard.
"And you have the nerve to show up in front of her? Your dad suspected Rachel of having other plans back then and deliberately said she was with you because she was jealous of who you were, and you were suspicious enough to have your dad arrange a car accident to test if she was sincere."
"But your dad didn't think you'd get in the car too, and arranged the so-called hate scene? he didn't want her alive at all!"
"And what happened, your test worked, in order to save you, Rachel's calf was crushed, and in order to cover for you to leave, she was tortured by those enemies to the point of insanity! In the end, she was even sold abroad, have you ever thought about how she came through these five years!"
"You played with her fate and still look innocent, but have you ever thought about the pain she suffered because of you, can you afford to pay it back!"
Graham spat a few words out of his mouth.
He was pinned to the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes trembling as he looked at me sheepishly.
I didn't move a muscle, dropping my eyes and showing immense sadness.
Killian releases him and pulls me away by the hand.
"Leave her alone!"
The moment I got into the passenger seat, the sadness was gone from my face.
"I didn't realize you were such a good actor." I said flatly.
Killian buckled his seatbelt and started the car.
"Now that's what I call real, I've been wanting to punch him for a long time."
I looked ahead indifferently and leaned my head gently against the window, not saying a word.
Killian swept his gaze over and reached out to touch my head.
"Rest when you're tired."
I closed my eyes.
I woke with a start to find Killian parked in front of a villa.
"Not going back to this house." I said.
"Going to a rental house again?" Killian thought for two seconds and said, "Graham shouldn't be able to find this place so fast."
"He will."
I closed my eyes again, "No one knows him better as the hunter than I do, and no one knows him better as the prey than I do."
More than the guilt he felt for me, Graham couldn't stand the thought of his carefully conditioned plaything being taken from him.
His morbid proclivities and intense possessiveness wouldn't allow that to get out of hand.
He'd go mad.
Killian dropped me off and left.
I picked up the phone and inserted the key to the door as I did so.
The same very calm female voice from last time is on the phone.
"The online trolling has escalated, and there's talk of changing the voice of the character you're voicing."
"It won't be changed."
"Just as well, who made your background so big."
I opened the door and put my hand on the wall switch.
"By the way, you said Graham got hit, will he retaliate?"
"Snap!" The house lights were turned on.
I stopped where I was.
In the center of the room, Graham had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a thick piece of twine, a maniacal, strange grin curling the corners of his blood-stained mouth.
"Surprise!"
Without hesitation, I turned and ran.
The thrilling sound of powerful footsteps followed me; I couldn't run fast with one of my legs being prosthetic.
As I passed the corner of the stairs, I was caught by the twine wrapped around my body.
Graham pulled hard and I fell backwards into a cold, stiff embrace.
A handkerchief smelling of medicine covered my mouth and nose as Graham's charming voice rang out.
"Come home with me, Rachel."
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