Chapter 11 Property Dispute

When Natalie came out, she saw Cedric and Bianca’s cars parked side–by–side.

Both of them stood outside with cold expressions.

Cedric saw Natalie and took a step forward, with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Natalie didn’t look at him.

She walked past him and headed toward Bianca’s car.

However, she felt someone grab her wrist tightly. She looked up to see Cedric.

“I’ll drive you home,” he said.

“Home?” Natalie laughed bitterly. “That place hasn’t been my home for a long time.”

She shook off his hand calmly.

A heart would die after experiencing such a great calamity.

It was impossible for the others with her right now to understand that statement.

In her previous life, Natalie had panicked at this moment because Cedric had always been in control. She

had been brought to the police station and had only been released after three days.

And that was only because Bianca had bailed her out.

“Natalie!”

The man’s voice trembled. Natalie turned her head to look at him.

She gazed into his alluring eyes, his sharp nose, and his perfectly chiseled features. Every aspect she

could see was captivating.

was no wonder

still

out, she had been unable

at him, she wished she could destroy

“Let go,” Natalie said.

two words were said in a tone that was icy and devoid of any

she was

this, his

forcefully pulled her hand away and walked straight

without a moment’s hesitation.

with the view of

usually looked like a gentle soul

the ability to push people thousands of miles

car, Natalie had a gaunt look on her

appeared to have lost weight. Already petite, her chin seemed

by a fair hand

said, “Have

Natalie replied and accepted

Natalie’s predicament and

Natalie was stunned.

“I can do it!”

she even open a bottle cap? Did

and the fingers trying to unscrew the cap seemed fragile. It was as if a little more force

past, which was why he had been helping

had been nurtured into becoming a

Natalie’s stubbornness, Bianca decided to let her be. Finally, Natalie managed to open the

drinking half the bottle, her

“Bia.”

“Yeah?”

could he treat me like

and seemed cultivated over the years in the Johnson

“If you want to break down, you can scream or

will think less of

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