The Heavenly Demon of Terror Chapter 88: The Game They Can’t Win

As I walked through the dimly lit streets, I spotted Abigail standing near her luxurious Bentley, a bright smile on her face.

But I wasn't fooled.

With my keen senses, I imdiately noticed Joshua approaching from behind .

"Heh. So that's how it is, huh?"

I smirked, already knowing where this was going.

In the original story, this was one of the monts where Abigail humiliated my past self. She'd act all warm, smiling at as if she still cared—only for Joshua to co from behind and shove away like trash.

Their little power play.

Their pathetic ga.

But today?

It wasn't going to play out the way they expected.

I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as I took a slow drag.

Joshua's footsteps grew louder.

I didn't turn around.

Didn't even acknowledge him.

Just as he moved to shove , I casually stepped aside.

"Tch."

Joshua's montum betrayed him, and he stumbled forward like a clown.

I exhaled a cloud of smoke, smirking. "Damn, Josh. You should watch where you're going."

His face flushed with anger, but before he could say anything, my attention shifted.

I had already lost interest in him and Abigail.

Because across the street, I saw sothing far more interesting.

A beautiful woman riding a sleek black motorcycle.

Turning the Tables

With a smooth stride, I walked toward her, completely ignoring Abigail and Joshua.

I smirked, tilting my head. "Hey, Beautiful. Mind giving a ride to a certain place?"

Her big, srizing eyes widened as she took in my sculpted physique, my sharp jawline, my commanding aura.

A faint blush crept up her face.

"Wow... Your body structure and face... It's as if you're a deity."

I chuckled, flicking away so ash from my cigarette. "Flattering, but I'm just a man. A man of my word."

I glanced back at Abigail and Joshua, who were still frozen, watching the scene unfold.

Abigail's smile had vanished.

Joshua looked pissed.

And I?

I just smirked.

"Well?" I looked back at the woman, flashing my signature confidence-filled grin.

"How about that ride?"

The woman on the bike hesitated for only a second before her lips curled into a playful smirk.

"Hop on, handso."

Without missing a beat, I swung my leg over the sleek black motorcycle, settling behind her effortlessly. My hands rested lightly on her waist, not out of necessity—but to make a statent.

I could feel Abigail's eyes burning into my back.

Joshua clenched his fists, his face twisting in anger.

"Tch." I exhaled a cloud of smoke, flicking my cigarette to the ground as the engine rumbled beneath us.

I leaned in slightly, my lips close to the woman's ear. "Let's make this interesting. Full speed."

She shivered at the low timbre of my voice before nodding. "Hold on tight, then."

With a roar, the motorcycle sped forward, tires screeching as we shot past Abigail and Joshua.

I didn't look back.

I didn't need to.

Their Reactions? Predictable.

Abigail's pride had just taken a massive hit.

She expected to fall into her trap, to be humiliated by Joshua's pathetic attempt at asserting dominance.

But instead, she watched as I effortlessly walked away—not just ignoring her, but riding off with another beautiful woman.

Joshua?

That idiot was probably fuming, his ego shattered.

anwhile, On the Road

The wind rushed past us, the city lights a blur as the woman skillfully maneuvered the motorcycle through traffic.

After a few monts of silence, she spoke.

"That was... interesting. What's the story with them?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Just so people who think they can control ."

She humd, intrigued. "Well, you definitely showed them otherwise."

I smirked, resting one hand lazily on my knee. "I don't bow to anyone."

She let out a small laugh, glancing at from the side. "I like that."

I tilted my head, studying her. "And what about you? What's your na, Beautiful?"

She grinned. "Ava."

I smirked. "Ava, huh? I think this is the start of an interesting night."

She revved the engine. "Let's see if you can keep up, then."

With that, she accelerated, the bike roaring down the road.

And for the first ti in a long ti, I actually enjoyed the mont.

As the motorcycle slowed to a stop, the hum of the engine faded into the quiet night. We had reached my destination—a small, dimly lit alley near my office.

I swung my leg over the bike and stepped off effortlessly, stretching my arms slightly.

Ava removed her helt, shaking out her long, dark hair, her eyes flickering with amusent as she looked at . "Well, that was fun."

I smirked. "Not bad, Beautiful. You've got so skills."

She laughed, resting her elbow on the handlebars. "And here I thought you were just so pretty face with an attitude."

I chuckled. "You'll find I'm full of surprises."

I pulled out a silver lighter from my jacket, flipping it open before flicking it shut again. A habit I picked up when I was thinking.

Then, with a slight nod, I t her gaze. "Thanks for the ride, Ava. I appreciate it."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No asking for my number? No smooth pick-up line?"

I smirked. "If we're ant to et again, we will."

Her eyes lingered on for a mont before she smirked back. "Mysterious. I like that."

She put her helt back on, revved the engine once, and with a teasing glance, said, "Don't get yourself into too much trouble, Samuel."

I smirked. "No promises."

With that, she sped off into the night, disappearing into the city lights.

I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as I turned toward my real goal.

Ti to get back to work.