If it weren’t for him, Ms. Natalie wouldn’t have gone overseas and given birth to the children of another man. Most importantly, she wouldn’t have missed the chance to be with Mr. Shane seven years ago.
Staring at Shane’s icy expression, Silas pushed his glasses up and asked, “Mr. Shane, should we teach Sam a lesson?”
“No need to rush. I will deal with it once you’ve investigated this matter.” A murderous glint flashed across Shane’s eyes. Then he told Silas about Sam’s visit earlier on.
Upon hearing that, Silas was taken aback. After a while, he regained his composure and put on a serious expression. “Understood. I’ll do it now.”
Having said that, he turned and left.
At the same time, Mrs. Wilson returned home.
Shane rubbed his temples. “Has she left?”
Mrs. Wilson understood who he meant and nodded. “Yeah.”
Shane hummed in response, then remained silent. He turned to the porch, staring into space as if he were about to make out something beyond the door.
It took a while before he retracted his gaze and headed upstairs.
After leaving Shane’s villa, Natalie took Connor to the studio.
Joyce was stunned when she saw Natalie driving a Bentley. The former’s jaw was about to drop to the ground as she said, “If my memory serves me right, this car belongs to Mr. Shane, isn’t it?”
Natalie nodded. “That’s right.”
“Why are you driving his car?” Joyce pointed at her in shock.
Natalie smiled. “It’s a long story. Alright, no more questions. Are there any updates from Mr. Miller regarding the draft I sent you last night?”
“Not yet.” Joyce shook her head.
Natalie sighed in disappointment. “I see.”
“Don’t fret. I guess he still hasn’t looked at it yet. Let’s wait a little longer,” Joyce comforted Natalie and patted her shoulder.
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