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.

Jean flatly declined, “No. Tell her nothing about anyone or anything connected to the Garcias. Don’t say anything. She already has a lot

issues to bother her.

and Ian exchanged

the same city. A remote

Roxanne held Claude’s arm. She took the initiative to throw herself

you happy

large hand touched her cheek flirtatiously. He had a

eyes.

dear,” she twisted her waist and said sweetly. Thank finding a heart that matches mine. You have kept

you

for

course, it’s nothing!” Claude

face, a

completely won me over. From

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

keep her disgust at bay so she

make one more promise to me? As soon as I wake

with his beloved in his arms and being sweet–talked.

long as you want

cold and ruthless light. Word by word, she

“I want Neera…dead!”

eyes. She

I want her to have a life that’s

capturing her? Every waking second of her life should

mask her animosity as she

couldn’t helped but fantasize about how great it would be if Neera were one

be treated like a dog and subjected to insults, play, and humiliation.