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.

flatly declined, “No. Tell her nothing about anyone or anything connected to

these issues to

Ian exchanged glances before concurring.

the same city. A remote villa was brightly lit.

the initiative to throw herself into his

happy now?”

flirtatiously. He had a frivolous look in

eyes.

“I’m happy, my dear,” she twisted her waist and said sweetly. Thank finding a heart

you

for

Claude exclaimed, laughing

slid across his face, a hint of seduction

over. From

with this statement. He smiled, bent

so she could return the kiss. She then

to me? As

beloved in his arms and being

you want it, I’ll fulfill all of your requests.”

eyes flashed with a cold and ruthless light. Word by

“I want Neera…dead!”

flickered in her eyes. She

no! Actually, I don’t want her to die. I want her to

you able to assist me in capturing her? Every waking second of her life should be spent

to mask her animosity as she squeezed this

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

be treated like a dog and subjected