Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 119

Natalia stood rooted to the spot, silent.

Her gaze fixed on the girl beside Hamilton, the message clear as day.

Aren't you here for some fun too? She mused.

At that moment, the girl was shooting daggers at Natalia with her eyes.

"Mr. Fowler, who is this?" she asked.

Hamilton didn't respond to her question. Instead, he let his icy stare slowly travel over Natalia, sharp as a blade. After what felt like an eternity, he finally turned to glance at the girl sitting next to him.

"Leave."

She was taken aback by his blunt command. "Mr. Fowler, what do you mean? I—"

"Get out! Don't you understand English?"

The girl's face turned pale as she stood up, a look of hurt on her face, and walked out.

Once she was gone, Hamilton finally spoke. "Come here."

Natalia didn't move. She had no desire to sit anywhere near him. Thankfully, Hamilton didn't insist. He let out a cold snort, stood up, and approached Natalia, then turned his piercing gaze on the man next to her.

"Ms. Jenkins, you into this kind of guy now?"

The young man looked clean-cut and fresh-faced. Not bad-looking, indeed.

The air around Hamilton grew even frostier.

Natalia's lips twitched slightly, and after a brief silence, she said, "No."

Hamilton's eyebrows rose in a cold arch, his expression softening slightly, but in the next instant, he unexpectedly grabbed her by the nape of the neck, forcing her to look up at him.

"Did you move out in such a hurry for this?"

Natalia winced at his grip. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared defiantly at the man before her. "Hamilton, this guy was shoved at me by your brother, Orpheus!"

Hamilton's eyes narrowed slightly. Then he laughed mockingly, "Since when are you and Orpheus an item? Wasn't Alden enough for you? Now Orpheus too?"

"I have nothing to do with them!" Natalia's eyes flashed with defiance.

"And he just randomly sends men your way?"

Natalia laughed bitterly, locking eyes with him. "I'd love to know why he's sending men to me!"

Hamilton's gaze lingered on her, and finally, he let go, but that didn't mean he had calmed down.

He walked over to the young man. "How old are you?"

The young man, already pale with fear, had not expected the woman he was with to be connected to Hamilton. Had he known, he would have never dared to come close.

"T... twenty," he stammered.

Hamilton's foot sent him flying out the door with a loud thud. The young man crashed heavily against it.

Such direct violence was rare for Hamilton these days. Even his usual cronies in the private room were taken aback.

Natalia stood stiffly to the side. She didn't look at the young man again and made no further move to infuriate Hamilton.

The young man's lips were flecked with blood as he pleaded.

"Mr. Fowler, I didn't know. I didn't know she was yours. Please, spare me. It'll never happen again."

Hamilton strode over, crouched down, and yanked his head back. "Did you touch her?"

The young man hurriedly shook his head. "No, I didn't, not a single hair."

Hamilton tossed him aside like trash. He went to the table, pulled out a wet wipe, and began cleaning his hands, then turned to Natalia.

"Ms. Jenkins, had your fun yet? Or should I find you another one?"