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All Too Late novel Chapter 85

To everyone, it was no secret that Christopher liked Kathleen.

However, Kathleen vanished suddenly without a trace.

It was not like Samuel had never suspected Christopher.

The thing was, Christopher was a cautious man and did not give himself away.

Until then, Samuel still could not uncover anything of interest.

He figured that Federick was among those people who had an idea of Kathleen’s whereabouts.

“Kate misses your daughter,” Samuel said coolly. “She can’t simply vanish without a trace.”

She kept in touch with everyone but him.

Perhaps, Samuel was the only person who was oblivious to this fact.

Once, he had even attempted to get Kathleen back by resorting to an extreme method.

Unfortunately, she never returned, and he ended up in hospital for two months.

A crease formed between Federick’s eyebrows. “It’s too late for regrets now, Mr. Macari.”

Samuel kept quiet and maintained a calm expression on his face.

He never expected Kathleen to be so resolute.

Crossing his long legs, he held his cup of coffee and sat still gracefully.

“How are you?” Federick decided to show some concern for his biggest investor.

Six months ago, a crisis descended upon his publishing firm.

It was Samuel who helped to resolve the issue.

“Very well,” Samuel replied flatly.

Really?

Federick thought the man opposite him looked terrible.

Ding!

The sound of a notification came from Federick’s phone.

He could not hide his surprise when he glanced at the screen.

Then, he realized Samuel’s phone was silent.

“Isn’t your phone on, Mr. Macari?” Federick asked curiously.

“It’s on silent mode,” Samuel answered calmly.

Normally, when he was there, he would not answer his phone.

If any issues arose, Tyson would inform him.

Federick sighed and passed his phone to Samuel. “Take a look.”

Samuel lowered his gaze and saw a news article.

It read: Congratulations to Kathleen Johnson for winning the Academy Award for Best Actress and for being the first Chanaean to receive this prestigious award.

The article was accompanied by a photo of Kathleen.

In the photo, she looked exceptionally graceful and alluring in her red, one-shoulder evening gown.

Kathleen became even more beautiful after Samuel had not seen her for a year.

He returned the phone to Federick, stood up, and headed outside.

“Where are you going, Mr. Macari?” Federick asked a rhetorical question. “She’s coming back tomorrow.”

Samuel stopped in his tracks and threw the man a sideways glance. “You do know.”

Federick felt embarrassed. “Sorry, it was what Kathleen wanted. If you aren’t happy…”

Instead of waiting for Federick to finish, Samuel walked away.

He would not press Federick further.

Otherwise, Kathleen’s hatred for him would intensify.

In fact, Samuel knew that everybody else could contact her.

However, it was Kathleen who told them to keep mum.

When he got hurt last time, Kathleen was also aware of it. Still, she did not cave in and return to him.

As such, Samuel had been dumped.

Yet, there was nothing he could do about it, for he had been a horrible person.

Charles Johnson handed a document to Kathleen on the plane.

“Look, it’s a variety show I signed you up for,” he said.

Kathleen donned a red sweater and a pair of white jeans. A caramel-colored beret was placed on her curly hair. Furthermore, she wore a cute pair of cherry-shaped ear studs. To sum up, she looked beautiful and adorable.

“Why is it a variety show? Where are the scripts?” Kathleen asked casually.

“There’s nothing suitable, so it’s best for you to participate in a variety show first,” Charles explained. “You must maintain your popularity if you want to develop your career in your home country. It only takes a few hours to record a variety show. You can take your time to pick a script.”

Kathleen nodded. “You call the shots.”

“Hey, won’t you at least take a good look?” Charles frowned. “I’m the CEO of an entertainment company, and I’m also your manager. Can’t you take this a bit more seriously?”

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