The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 833 I Want Neera Dead

Both Cloud and Zephyr confirmed the woman’s identity with a glance at each other.

“That dude with the tan is Claude. Some say he has close ties to the mafia and is actively involved with them. This man can be regarded as a minor leader in Essley. He has strong ties to the black market.”

Cloud’s heart sank as he listened to Zephyr’s explanation.

None of them expected Roxanne to be as stubborn as a cockroach that refuses to die. She may be on her deathbed, but she could still stir trouble. It was a mystery how, by some twist of fate, she ended

up with Claude.

Both of them were now silently staring in that direction.

Having won the auction, Claude cuddled up to her and gave her a passionate kiss and a gentle touch.

He then decided it would be improper to continue their intimacy in the club. He skipped out on the auction and went off with Roxanne instead.

Cloud and Zephyr were not in the mood to hang around after they left.

They rushed back to the manor.

Cloud enthusiastically informed Jean of Roxanne’s sighting tonight.

When Jean learned of this, his complexion darkened. The fact that Roxanne was still alive shocked him.

Ian experienced a similar shock.

“Sir, should we tell Mrs. Beauvort about this?” he inquired, concerned.

about anyone or anything connected to the Garcias. Don’t

these issues to

Ian exchanged

in the same city. A remote

initiative to throw herself into

you happy

her cheek flirtatiously. He had a frivolous look in

eyes.

twisted her waist and said sweetly. Thank finding a heart

you

for

nothing!” Claude exclaimed, laughing heartily.

his face, a

incredible; you’ve completely won me over. From now on, you have

He smiled, bent his head, and gave

to keep her disgust at bay so she could return

one more promise to me? As soon as I

very agreeable, with his beloved in his arms and

right, say it; as long as you want it, I’ll fulfill all

and ruthless light. Word by word,

“I want Neera…dead!”

eyes.

I want her

her? Every waking second

mask her animosity as she squeezed this

it would be if Neera were one of the women. being

the b*tch would be treated like a dog and subjected to insults, play,