My Scheming Little Devil

His voice suddenly became sinister and terrifying.

Ivan and his daughter’s expressions changed, and they exchanged glances, both looking somewhat frightened, especially Yiren.

She bit her lip and gathered her courage, "Old Sir Su, you haven’t met our terms, have you? Third Young Master Jun didn’t listen to you and refused to marry me, so our deal isn’t valid."

"I’ve created enough conditions; it was you who failed to seize them."

Yiren’s chest tightened, "Even so, you still didn’t manage to do it, did you? You can’t even control Third Young Master; your godfather role isn’t so great after all, failing to control even your godson."

Her words were like a slap in the face to Su Feiman, and the atmosphere suddenly turned icy cold.

But Ivanov didn’t stop her.

In the tense atmosphere, Yiren couldn’t help but dig her fingers into her flesh. She wasn’t fearless; she was desperate to take a gamble.

Su Feiman looked at her profoundly, and Yiren couldn’t describe the feeling in his gaze, but it made her shudder with trepidation.

"Miss Yiren, don’t try to manipulate me with reverse psychology; I’m not a naïve youngster, nor someone you can easily scheme against. But are you really so fixated on him? I’ve heard that he severely humiliated you."

Yiren’s face turned pale, and a flash of hatred crossed her eyes, "Yes, I must have him."

The more elusive he was, the more she couldn’t stand it, especially since he had humiliated her. She wanted to have him in her hands, to humiliate him in return, to make him kneel before her.

Seeing that Su Feiman remained impassive, she played her trump card, "The documents that the godfather is so obsessed with, I think many people would be interested, right?"

She didn’t know what they were, but the godfather’s emphasis on them indicated they were very important to him; naturally, she saw an opportunity.

This was a blatant threat.

"Fine, you actually have the guts to threaten me, Su Feiman!"

A dark hint of murderous intent flashed in Su Feiman’s calm eyes but quickly dissipated.

"I agree to your terms. But you must also hand over the documents to me soon; I will only give you one deadline. If you fail to deliver, I’m afraid... I won’t ’forgive’ those who break their promises!"

Yiren was startled by the murderous intent in his words, her heart pounding furiously.

After Su Feiman escorted them to the hotel, he left with Gu Yan.

"Dad, what is that document exactly?" Yiren’s eyes shimmered with immense doubt. The secrets of the Hua family were said to involve shameful dealings of some powerful figures. Su Feiman shouldn’t have any leverage that could fall into the Hua family’s hands.

Su Feiman cared so much; if she had control over it, it would be akin to controlling him, filling her with an inexplicable excitement.

Ivanov glared at her fiercely, "Now that things have come to this, think about how you’ll obtain the documents he wants. Su Feiman always means what he says. If he decides to kill you, I can’t save you."

Yiren said fiercely, "I thought returning to the Hua family would let me control everything. Who would have thought that the dead old man Hua Linqi would be so ruthless? I’m also his daughter, yet I can’t even open the safe containing those secret documents."

"Hmph, it shows he never cared about you as his daughter. I think he’s resolute in leaving them for his illegitimate daughter; thus, the situation is simple. If we want to open this safe, we must find that illegitimate daughter, make her open it, and then kill her," Ivanov’s eyes gleamed darkly with murderous intent.

"But the problem is, I can’t extract any information from Hua Lunxi and his son; they simply refuse to tell me, obviously protecting that little, vile, person."