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

these issues to bother

and Ian exchanged glances before concurring.

same city. A remote villa was brightly

to throw herself into his arms as soon as

you happy now?”

flirtatiously. He had a frivolous look in

eyes.

and said sweetly. Thank finding a heart that matches mine. You have kept every promise you made.”

you

for

nothing!” Claude exclaimed, laughing

face, a

won me over. From now

bent

she could return the kiss.

tomorrow. Can you make one more promise to me? As soon as I wake up

very agreeable, with his beloved

as you want it,

ruthless light. Word

“I want Neera…dead!”

her eyes. She quickly changed

want her to die. I want her to have a life that’s worse than death. Oh,

are you able to assist me in capturing her? Every waking second of her

bother to mask her animosity as she squeezed this sentence out.

were one of the women.

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