It wasn't like he hadn't expected this. He had.
From the very onset when the drafting of this plan, he had identified Cheyenne as the major target amongst other women. Not that she was more important than any of them—definitely not. But she was the horse of a different color.
He had not at all expected her to be amongst the women, but she was there. And since the system warned of possible risks and punishments if he didn't straighten the relationship with them all, he knew he had to put a lot of work in getting a woman of Cheyenne's status to agree to all of this.
This entrance of hers: The throaty purr of the Rolls-Royce Phantom. The amount of luggage she brought with her. The dress she had on in fact. All of it was a declaration of how different she was compared to the other women Darren had in his roster.
