Chapter 500 Being A Third Party Is Despicable
When Malcolm heard the familiar banter, he was briefly stunned. By the time he regained his senses, he exclaimed in delight, “Oh my, it has been so difficult to find you!”
When his gaze fell upon her face, he furrowed his brows intensely. “What happened to you? Usually, people undergo plastic surgery to look prettier. How did you end up looking worse?”
Even though they were standing some distance away from Zachary, they noticed him looking over their shoulder.
Finding him annoying, Natalie suggested, “Old Man, let’s talk someplace else.”
With his mood lifted by the sight of Natalie, he led her and Ross to his private room.
Inside, Malcolm put his hands behind his back and scrutinized Ross.
“Natalie, is this man your significant other?”
Not daring to even think about it, Ross denied nervously, “Mr. Trevor, I’m just Ms. Nichols’ subordinate. My name is Ross Trevor.”
“You might not have such thoughts now, but what about in the future?” Malcolm took a step closer to Ross as if he was interrogating a criminal. “Don’t think that just because your surname is Trevor and that you might have common ancestors with me from five hundred years ago, you can make a pass on my apprentice.”
Ross was so terrified that his face turned pale.
Natalie stepped forward to defend him. “Old Man, he really is a valuable subordinate of mine. So can you stop scaring him? If he leaves, where am I going to find such a capable assistant to help me?”
“Are both of you really not involved with each other?”
“No, really.”
After Natalie’s repeated reassurance, Malcolm’s concerns were finally allayed. Luckily, it was just a false alarm. Or else, it would be despicable for Samuel to end up being a third party.
After that, Natalie explained to her master about the hyper-realistic mask she was using. Shocked, Malcolm asked with a sigh, “Natalie, is Yara the sister that you told me about who tried to burn you to death with gasoline?”
Natalie nodded candidly.
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