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As the sea breeze blew, it rustled his gold hair that starkly contrasted the melancholic smile on his face. Although his face seemed a tad gentler, there was no happiness in his gaze. A closer look, however, revealed a bitter coldness.

That was a sinister coldness that emanated from within him.

As fear gripped Cheng Anya's heart, her gaze suddenly grew wide and she was almost shocked unconscious. With all her discomfort dispelled, she felt fear and rage. As she recalled how vicious and twisted Louis could get, chances were that her son would meet with a mishap had he ended up in Louis' hands. Cheng Anya's body trembled uncontrollably and she suddenly stood up and pounced onto Louis. As she was about to pounce onto him, Louis deftly avoided her.

With a wobble, Cheng Anya fell onto the white beach.

Ning Ning…

As Louis admired Cheng Anya's fear, he became even more pleased. "Your son is still alive—for now." He smiled.