My American magical life
Chapter 487 - 487 77 Out of Control Continued - Possession and Duet 1755316000_3

487: Chapter 77: Out of Control Continued – Possession and Duet (17553/16000)_3 487: Chapter 77: Out of Control Continued – Possession and Duet (17553/16000)_3 The black-haired wealthy woman reached out and cradled Cheng Daqi’s face, her voice venomous and harsh, like an evil witch casting a curse.

She hated Cheng Daqi for bringing her into such a tormenting dilemma.

“You are intelligent but unaware, not realizing what kind of vortex you’ve stepped into, just like I didn’t when I stepped into yours.

You think I’m crying for myself, don’t you?

No!

I’m crying for you, Cheng, don’t cross that line of rules!

I’ve told you so many times, but you never listen; you’re always overstepping, always gentle with me, your words like a siren’s song.”

Temir buried her head in Cheng Daqi’s embrace, crying softly, as she continued.

“You can deceive me, I enjoy your sweet nothings, but you can’t fool others.

Not everyone loves you like I do.

To transgress is taboo, the farther you go, the more out of reach that narrow gate becomes.

Cheng, you are mortal, you need to know yourself to avoid disaster.”

Temir’s last words came from the Greek myth of “The Love,” she said a lot but chose Apollo’s admonition for the conclusion.

The black-haired wealthy woman was advising Cheng Daqi once more.

Boy, you must know yourself to avoid disaster.

She couldn’t see herself clearly, either, but she wholeheartedly hoped that her lover wouldn’t be so foolish.

CEO Cheng didn’t know where to begin, so he silently lit a cigarette and leaned against the headboard to smoke.

Ah, this scene was just like the smoke after the deed.

Seeing that Cheng Daqi had no intention of speaking, Temir continued to advise.

“Cheng, when Judas identified God in the Garden of Gethsemane, he feigned greetings, kissed him, and embraced him.

So-called partners, like Gru, Niu Sen, Wolf, and so on, are all willing to kiss you, but that doesn’t stop them from harming you.

Don’t walk with demons, Cheng, I want to tell you, don’t walk with demons!”

Cheng Daqi embraced her and asked.

“And what about you, aren’t you a demon?”

Temir revealed a bright smile.

“I am Medea, I’ll kill my brother, then chop his body into pieces and throw them into the sea.”

Medea, in Greek mythology, the daughter of a king and a goddess and also a witch, killed her own brother, while Temir planned to kill her own brother.

In myth, under the influence of Cupid’s arrow, Medea fell in love with Prince Jason who came to her island in search of the Golden Fleece.

She helped Jason acquire the Golden Fleece, on the condition that he would marry her.

“But I’m not Jason, Mi’er, don’t harm Zhao, I care about her, she’s the one who shouldn’t be involved in all of this.”

Temir snatched CEO Cheng’s cigarette, took a hard drag, and then said.

“Not strong enough…

Cheng, aren’t you here for the Golden Fleece too?”

Cheng Daqi was shocked, for he was from Hua Country, yet he had integrated into one of the deepest layers of interest chains in America.

Money was never his goal, or in other words, indeed he came for the Golden Fleece.

“Marry me, Cheng, we will be very happy, you have the chance to achieve everything you want.

Right, I could kill everyone I’ve been with, then I would be clean.”

The witch named Medea began to chant her witchcraft, only, she seemed serious.

“You’re not in the right state now, let’s talk about this when you’re calm, okay?”

Temir indeed wasn’t in a normal state, she seemed crazy but also as if she saw through everything.

CEO Cheng dared not imagine what it would be like if this girl truly saw through everything, he just prayed, prayed that Mi’er was just going mad.

“If you’re not here for the Golden Fleece, why are you so close to Lisa?

She’s just a naive fool who understands nothing and takes those fabricated lies as gospel.

Zhao is even more foolish, an idealist.

Cheng, you have a great relationship with these people, don’t tell me it’s a coincidence.”

So she did see through everything, but Cheng Daqi countered.

“We are embracing right now, aren’t you a naive fool too?”

Temir drew circles on his chest with her hand and replied with a smile.

“Of course, otherwise, how could I be bewitched by you?”

Cheng Daqi, rendered speechless, fell silent for a moment, then continued to explain.

“Sisyphus pushing the rock had no meaning, I might not have that many thoughts, I just wanted to hear the sound of the rock falling off the cliff.

Mi’er, you always think of me as very complicated, assuming I have some unspeakable purpose, but in fact, you are the one who is overthinking.”

CEO Cheng’s explanation was like a variation of ‘dockside fries,’ he was still evasive.

Sometimes, when words reach their limit, they cannot be continued, just as CEO Cheng had timely interrupted Sun Dongxin’s self-defense that day.

When the conversation ends, many things change their taste.

Half-concealed honesty can sometimes be helpful; the appearance of plasterers is not because they are foolish, but because they have no choice.

At this moment, Cheng Daqi was like a delusional plasterer, plastering over the last remnants of his relationship with Mi’er.

Mi’er, don’t go to the end, I value our friendship.

“The enchanting siren began singing again, Cheng, keep singing, I want to listen some more.”

Temir lay on CEO Cheng’s chest, seemingly starting to doze off.

Cheng Daqi sighed and shook his head.

Today’s collision was so abrupt and so intense; he was tired, heart-tired.

“You should go, see her, if that will make you happy, go then.”

Medea lay on Jason’s chest, her tears so plentiful, they wetted his shirt.