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nEarly in the morning, Sumeri was startled at the knock on her door while what was left of their Maid’s informed her that she had a visitor.

nSumeri groaned and looked at the time on her bedside table 6:00 AM.

nExactly six, and someone was already waiting for her downstairs?

n“Who is it?” Sumeri grumbled loud enough for the Maid to hear her.

n“It’s Mr. Scar, my lady.”

n“. . .” Sumeri was still half asleep. The sleepless nights took a toil at her. But at the mention of Scar’s name, she shot from the bed and wiped the saliva off her lips.

n“Tell him, I’ll be there in ten . . . no five minutes!”

nSumeri immediately flipped her blanket and got out of the bed with nothing on but her birthday suit. She washed her face and took a quick mouthwash before she picked a spaghetti strap and shorts.

nSumeri was baffled as to why Scar would come this early into her house, but she had to admit that she was still excited at seeing him even though he had dumped her.

nMaybe he wanted to get back?

nSumeri was hopeful, but she kept it to the minimum. Least, she wanted more disappointments.

nHowever, Sumeri couldn’t think of any reason as to why Scar would visit her so early in the morning except maybe to talk about their relationship?

nAlmost a year had passed since their breakup, and this was the first time Scar revisited her house. Even though he dumped her first and got together with Invayne after just a week of their break up and after the burial of her parents . . . she still liked him.

nYears that they had been together, both in college and in the game. She was beside him all the way, supporting him throughout his journey to becoming a pro player. She even became one to be with him.

nSumeri really thought that what they had was real. That Scar was the one, and they would get married after college . . . only to be slapped on the face that Scar was only using her.

nIt was made apparent at how quick he was to cut her off the moment that she became a burden.

nAt the memory, her feelings for Scar were overpowered by hate.

nSumeri looked first in the mirror before she put her bitch face on.

nWhatever Scar was here for was surely only for his benefit.

nCome to think of it, throughout their relationship, she always followed Scar and whatever he decided was the law. It was always about him and serving him and nothing else. What he needed was a boyfriend-sitter and never a girlfriend.

nThe more Sumeri thought about it, the angrier and thankful she was that she didn’t marry that self-centered guy.

n“What do you want?” Sumeri said the moment that Scar appeared in her line of view after she went down the flight of stairs and went to the living area where he was prettily sitting on a couch with two legs raising on the footrest, reading the daily news like it was his home and she was the guess.

nScar was still the same. Breaming with confidence and riches. Only a million-dollar Patek watch ever graced his wrist. He was wearing a black long sleeve V-neck shirt and pants from a branded icon designer. His sleek black hair was always in style, and there was nothing on his handsome face but an amiable smile.

nScar put down the papers in his hands and ushered Sumeri onto the chair opposite him. “Sit.”

nSumeri crossed her arms and balled her tongue against her inner cheek. She glared at Scar before she took her seat and scoffed.

n“How have you been?” Scar asked before he sipped his coffee.

n“Make it quick. I don’t have time to waste on you,” Sumeri snappily said.

nScar’s smile remained on his lips even at Sumeri’s blatant hostility towards him.

n“I see that you’re still salty about what happened between us.”

n“I can’t?” Sumeri sneered. “You dumped me as soon I became a burden to you, and not even a week, you get together with our group manager. I’m not even surprised if you’re already in a relationship with her way before we break up.”

nScar only huffed a laugh. “Of course not. I’m a one-girl kind of man. But I have to admit that Invayne was more attentive than you, and I got hooked.”

nSumeri scoffed. “And much richer, apparently.”

nScar only smiled while he gently shook his head. “Think whatever you want.”

n“What are you doing here anyway?” snapped Sumeri.

nScar took a deep breath and leaned on the couch with crossing hands. “Actually, I want to speak with Nikolai.”

nSumeri’s pupils turned to dost, and she asked with a threatening voice. “What do you want with Nikolai?”

nScar was silent for a moment before he leaned forward. “I just want to ask him some simple questions regarding Vulcan’s Cave.”

n“. . .”

nKnowing Scar, Sumeri knew that he was going to ask Nikolai on how to defeat Vulcan, and she laughed. “Scar . . . don’t tell me that until now, you still haven’t cleared that cave? Have you been trying nonstop all night?”

nSumeri giggled. “Is that why you’re here so early in the morning? To ask my little brother how to defeat the Boss?”

nSumeri had to admit that she felt satisfied when Scar’s smile froze on his face.

nSumeri continued to laugh. “Scar, you still haven’t changed, I see. You always speak about teamwork and being a sport at those numerous interviews but behind all that fart, behind all your amiable appearance, sweet smile, and kind eyes . . . you’re just a big sore loser.”

n“. . .” Scar was quiet for a moment before his smile dropped, and he looked at Sumeri seriously. “And I see that you still like to shove every little thing on my face. That’s why Invayne is so much better than you. Quieter too.”

nSumeri’s lips rose in a condescending smirk. “I bet she is. After all, what you like is a puppet that would take care of you and obey your every whim.”

nScar stared at Sumeri before he stifled a laugh and changed the topic. “I want you to know that my father’s company is interested in buying The Richers.”

n“. . .” Sumeri’s smile fell from her face.

n“However, I can talk to him and ask him not to do that for all time sakes . . . but all depends on that one little information.”

nSumeri couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you . . . blackmailing me?”

nScar stood to his feet and shrugged. “Think of it however you want. Like you said . . . I am a sore loser, and I will do everything in my power to redeem our guild. To redeem my name. Your choice.”

n“. . .” Sumeri knew that Scar was being serious. However, she was torn between Nikolai’s feelings, Silvia’s feelings, and her own feelings.

nScar’s family could surely buy their little chain of hotels. It would just be another investment for them.

nAnd if that happened, Sumeri would surely lose her parent’s legacy.

n“An,” Sumeri called their Maid while her nails dug against the palm of her hands. She bit her bottom lip and gnashed her teeth, “Call Nikolai to come here.”

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