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.

anything connected to the Garcias. Don’t say

didn’t want these issues to bother

exchanged

city. A remote villa was brightly lit.

Claude’s arm. She took the initiative to throw herself into his arms as soon as they walked

you happy

cheek flirtatiously. He had a

eyes.

she twisted her waist and said sweetly. Thank finding a heart that matches mine. You

you

for

Claude exclaimed, laughing heartily.

his face, a hint of

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

statement. He smiled, bent his head, and gave her

to keep her disgust at bay so she could

me? As soon as I wake up from

his beloved in his arms and being sweet–talked.

say it; as long as you want it, I’ll

a cold and ruthless light.

“I want Neera…dead!”

in her eyes. She quickly changed

her

you able to assist me in capturing her? Every waking second of her life should be spent being tormented by me.”

mask her animosity as she squeezed this sentence

helped but fantasize about how great it would be if Neera were one of the women. being sold

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