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Norman’s eyes widened for a brief moment before a smile spread across his face, slow and deliberate
“Never.”
Meanwhile, Mathias had waited the entire night, his anxiety growing with each passing hour.
But Irene still hadn’t returned
At first, Nathalia tried to ease his nerves.
“Maybe Irene has already charmed Liam, and now she’s too embarrassed to face you. That’s why she hasn’t
come back.”
But as the night stretched on, Mathias’s patience wore thin. His calls to the bodyguard went unanswered until, finally, one was returned.
“Mr. Rocco, Miss Hale suddenly brought a group to storm the hotel last night. They beat us all up. My brothers
are still in the hospital.”
Mathias’s heart dropped into his stomach.
“What did you say?”
“Where is Irene?”
The bodyguard hesitated, unsure of how to continue.
“Miss Hale left with a man. They looked… close. We didn’t dare to ask questions.”
Before the words were even out of his mouth, Mathias was already pulling on a coat, storming out the door.
On his way, Mathias kept calling Irene, but the phone kept ringing unanswered
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He sent a dozen messages, each one sinking deeper into the pit of his stomach as he waited for a reply
His heart tightened, a sinking feeling gnawing at him, something was slipping through his fingers, something
that meant everything to him.
When he finally arrived at the hotel, it was a scene of chaos, with signs of a violent struggle scattered around. The camera outside the room was broken, but the hallway camera captured a chilling sight; there was Irene, limp in the arms of a man, her body pressed tightly to his chest in a way that seemed too intimate for comfort.
Nathalia’s hand flew to her mouth, her expression twisted with disbelief.
“Irene…she wouldn’t run off with another man, would she?”
“But weren’t you two supposed to be getting engaged soon?”
“No wonder she said she was leaving for good yesterday. She must have already found someone else.” Her words lingered in the air as she studied Norman’s face, eyes gleaming with curiosity
By the time Nathalia finished speaking, Norman’s face had darkened to a depth that matched the bottom of a pot. He muttered under his breath, “How could she do this? Has she forgotten she’s supposed to be my fiancée?”
Nathalia couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at her lips, though she kept it hidden behind a seemingly
gentle tone.
“But your engagement banquet never actually happened,” she said, her voice sweet but with an edge. “Mathias, since Irene has chosen someone else, maybe it’s time to let her go.”
“You know, I came back this time to try and rekindle things with you.”
“Impossible!”
The words burst from Norman in a furious outburst, his hand swiping Nathalia’s away with a force that sent her
reeling
“Ah!” Nathalia cried out, caught completely off guard, and stumbled back, hitting the wall with a sharp thud. For the first time, Mathias didn’t offer her any words of comfort. Instead, with his eyes red and clouded with frustration, he locked his gaze on the footage.
“Even if the engagement banquet was canceled, the invitations have already been sent. Irene is still my fiancée!” “I won’t let her go to anyone else!”
With that, he stormed out of the hotel, his footsteps heavy with resolve. He didn’t see the twisted expression on Nathalia’s face nor the way her fingers flew across her phone.
A moment later, she tapped out a message, her voice cold as she spoke, “Help me post this video online. And get me a few more groups of online trolls.”
“This time, I will ruin Irene’s reputation completely!”
The video appeared online like a bombshell.
