Chapter 68

The heavy rain was accompanied by a subtle touch of snow, resulting in a bone chilling coldness that permeated the atmosphere, penetrating every cell in the body and sending a shiver down the spine.

Growing increasingly impatient as Sherri Landor continued to take an eternity to arrive, Natalie headed upstairs to fetch a cigarette and a lighter.

Perched on the sofa, Natalie delicately cradled a cigarette between her slender fingers, igniting it with the flicker of a lighter. The swirling smoke wistfully concealed the complexity of her emotions. Despite finishing a cigarette, her inner turmoil refused to dissipate. Retrieving another from the box, she lifted it to her lips, poised to light it anew. At that very moment, the blare of Sherri incessantly honking the car horn outside could be heard.

Natalie extinguished the half-smoked cigarette and rose to her feet, making her way toward the door. As she moved, her hand instinctively picked up a conveniently positioned black umbrella before entering Sherri’s Mercedes-Benz passenger side.

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the seat. Sherri inquired, her voice laced with curiosity, “Please, do tell me, what is the reason behind summoning me to pick you up? And where exactly are we headed in this weather?”

Sherri knew Natalie well enough to know that her friend would not go out of her way to request assistance unless necessary. The fact that Natalie had asked for her to pick her up from Adare Manor, Trevon’s residence, indicated a compelling and crucial reason behind her presence there.

Natalie playfully quipped, “Let’s go to Lovers’ Cafe to meet Trevon’s awful lover.”

Sherri turned around in shock and asked, “What do you mean?”

Observing Sherri’s perplexed expression, it became clear that she did not grasp the underlying meaning of Natalie’s remark. “Don’t zone out. Come on, take me there. Once we arrive, everything will become clear,” Natalie urged.

As Natalie’s words resonated, Sherri slowly met Natalie’s eyes before shifting back to face forward. She ignited the engine, stealing another glance at Natalie before focusing on the road ahead.

Natalie was dumbfounded and wondered, “Is she going for a confrontation?”

This time, Sherri drove relatively quickly while Natalie navigated from the passenger seat.

Following the instructions provided by the unfamiliar individual, Natalia pushed the door open and entered the private room with Sherri trailing closely behind her.

As they entered the private room, their attention was drawn to the presence of a woman with flowing, milk tea-colored curly hair. She exuded an air of elegance, adorned in a limited-edition Chanel suit that accentuated her style. Her white down jacket hung gracefully on the coat rack near the entrance.

nail art, shimmered

contrast to the woman’s lavish presence, Natalie’s down jacket, valued at a few hundred dollars, appeared

she was visibly taken aback by the sight of

composed demeanor, Mia responded amusedly, “Miss Landor, I see you’re also here. Did Miss Foster

sit well with Sherri, and she took a

her hand on Sherri’s arm, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. “Sherri, wait for me downstairs. Your presence here might restrict

presence of Trevon’s ex-girlfriend. Uncertain of Natalie’s

Sherri’s lingering reluctance, Natalie gently pushed Sherri, urging her friend

for a simple glass of plain

the warmth radiate through her

immediately acknowledge Mia. She paused before speaking slowly. “May I know how you want

responded with an air of arrogance, “You may

our meeting today?” Natalie asked, cutting to

wasted no time. Exuding even more incredible arrogance, she replied in a commanding tone, “Leave Trevon

the offer, she placed the check back down. Natalie then posed a counterquestion with a steady voice, “Miss Mia, while I appreciate your generous offer of 200,000 dollars. But, I must inquire about the basis on which you are now making this demand of me?”

as she reiterated her earlier statements, “Mr. Wilson’s feelings towards you are nonexistent, and even if you were to leave now, you would still be rewarded with 200,000 dollars. It’s a rather generous offer. Do not think that a physical relationship with him entitles you to assume Mrs. Wilson’s position or allows you

composure despite Mia’s assertions, and a brief scene played out in her mind. She took another sip of water, the warmth soothing her hands, before responding with a calm yet probing tone, “Hmm, you speak as if you are the sole person deserving

refusal to be swayed, Mia found herself at

demands without even figuring out your own identity. What gives you the right to speak when you have not even figured out who you are to Trevon? Let me help you: Are you an ex-girlfriend, a casual fling, or a mistress? Which category do you believe you fall into?” Without waiting for a response, Natalie continued, her tone laced with sarcasm, “Secondly, it appears that you may be lacking a few

tightly and fixed a piercing gaze upon Natalie. “So it appears that your true motive is simply money, isn’t it?” she retorted, her tone laced with

had the audacity to arrange this meeting with me today, indicating that you must have dug into the true nature of my relationship with Trevon, Well, let me remind you, based on our legal status, regardless of who you may be, you’re nothing more than a mistress. Do you understand that? It’s bad enough being the third party, but to proudly announce

You’re just a crude woman from the streets. Don’t

by her desire to argue, Natalie fired back, “So what? Are

with Trevon Wilson? Is being a mistress considered a prestigious status now? By the

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